Perfect Storm is Perfect

 I have a bad habit of seizing on the first sunny day after the snow melts and declaring “Early Spring!”

Monday was perfect for such a declaration. We turned the calendar page from snowy February to springy March and the sun rose to meet the occasion. Yes, yes, I can hear all the literalist out there saying “actually, the sun rises every day” but I think you take my meaning. I’ll show you my poetic license if I must-- but now we are getting way down the bunny trail here and why do you always do this to me?

Where was I? Oh yes, Perfection.

A sunny start to a new week, a brand-new month. March is the month of Spring, of an extra hour of daylight, of green things—including green beer, but I shall not digress again. March is the perfect month of new beginnings.

Aiden Allen

I used my perfect day to go play outside with my grandson Aiden and it was marvelous. We played in his clubhouse. We examined tree bark, and needles and cones—some of which tastes better than you might imagine, just saying. We walked around his backyard a looked at all the growing things his mom has nurtured. Things that are now readying themselves to burst forth and bloom—and I can’t wait.

I started daydreaming about seedlings, about straw bales and garden centers...about trips to all my favorite nurseries....

Anyway—all of that is to say that Monday was such a perfect storm of Perfect that I plum forgot I needed to write a new Over My Garden Gate.

Sorry about that. Maybe next week?