|Snowdrop blooms in the sun|
We think that February is the longest month of the year. It is four weeks, plus an extra day this year, of nearly interminable waiting for March.
Now, I do know that for some gardeners, the beginning of March is really their beginning of spring. For me, though, it is really March 17th.
March 17th is when, with great ceremony, I march (pun alert!) out to the vegetable garden and sow a row of peas.
The ceremony part involves me sticking a soil thermometer in the ground to verify that the soil temperature is over 40F and then standing there with my hands on my hips, surveying the blank canvas of the vegetable garden.
I look from one raised bed to the next and remember how the garden was laid out last season, then figure out where the tomatoes are going to go. After I've done that, I pick another bed, and sow seeds for peas.
But that's still many weeks from now. Winter weeks. Long weeks. Waiting weeks. February weeks. The longest month of winter.
But once we are through February... hang on. Spring goes quick!