I don’t know about you, but this spring feels luxuriously long. Yes, it’s only April 20. And yes, we have just passed our estimated final frost date. But when every day feels like, well, yesterday, this lovely season feels like it has been around a while.
And to completely butcher a Martha Stewart phrase, that’s NOT a bad thing.
That’s because I get to linger longer in the garden to watch the magic happen. I’m not running home for a quick bite at lunch while I enjoy my private oasis. I’m taking a conference call on the patio…all day! Who would have thought?
I get to see the secretive trillium tucked away in the deep shady recesses of my corner woodland bed before they disappear.
Of course, there is always the hazard of being distracted while on a call. Sometimes I find my thoughts wandering. For example, 2 of my leatherleaf viburnum struggled through a fungus of some sort last year. My Extension agent advised me to cut it back late this winter, which I did. But honesty, I worry about the poor things. They look pathetic! And I find myself staring at them during the endless line up of conference calls. Naturally I am distracted.
The hazards of working from home.
I had no intention of being all doom and gloom when I began this post, so I will end on a more upbeat note. The dogwoods are glorious in this corner of the world, and the azaleas are ecstatic as they burst into bloom.
The season may feel protracted but that’s just fine by me. How’s your corner of the earth?
The Arch City Gardener 
April 21, 2020 at 3:42 pm
Goodness! This seems so late for a last frost date. When I was a kid, the only other climates we knew of were on the other side of the Santa Clara Valley, or maybe a bit up into the Santa Cruz Mountains. Oklahoma did not count, because it was on another planet. (I saw those pictures. That is the red dirt of Mars!) Some of the places I work in do not even have a frost date.