I know I probably bore my readers every year at this time with my whimsical amazement at the changing of the seasons, but hey, if I want to be impressed with nature on our little green patch in the country, I will.
This morning I went out to the garden to see if it was too wet, from recent rains, to till the garden in preparation to put in tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers and cantaloupe. It is still too wet, but might be dry enough tomorrow, at least until more rain rolls in tomorrow night.
Until We Till Again
My personal grammar Nazi always notices what I think is misuse of the word “till.” To “till” is to use a blade or other device to cut furrows in the soil for planting. If you intend to abbreviate “until,” it is spelled “’til.” Sadly, if you look it up, “till” has become a common usage abbreviation of “until.” Just because people are stupid enough for long enough doesn’t mean I have to accept it.
While I was at the garden, I noticed that most of the fruit trees I pruned last month were blooming. This came as a pleasant surprise because when I was pruning, I saw that some of the trees were trying to bloom then, too early, and the blossoms were about to be destroyed by a freeze.
The air today is soft and warm, and there is a nice breeze out of the south. It is almost spring.