It certainly feels like it. Spring is four days old and I’ve done nothing about it. I just want to shake myself – ‘do you not realise it is spring – the season of seasons, the one you long for all year, the chance to sow all the seeds with wild abandon, with no guilt of going too early?’ Seriously – I need to give myself a stern talking to.
I have not embraced the start of this glorious season with the same over enthusiasm I have in previous years. Even though the weather was so wonderfully spring like with cloudless blue-sky days with a hint of the possibility of summer for the first couple of days. Since then it has turned to pot and delivered winter-esk wind and rain and so that hope for the new season feeling has withered up like a new bud on a tree that peaked too early and got hit by a frost. (Not that we have had a frost – just to be clear – things aren’t quite that bad.)
I do have good reasons for the delay to the start of spring. Firstly, I think with the first day of the new season being on a Sunday created a few issues. I try not to garden on weekends – unless there are exceptional circumstances. My kids are growing up so fast and if I blink, I will miss what is left of their time at home and they would have left and become adults without me even looking up from my weeding. So, weekends are for them. Having said that – ordinarily sowing seeds on the first day of spring would be considered exceptional circumstances – laced with a heavy dose of tradition. And I could have gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for Father’s Day.
Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the value of honouring dad’s and so we whisked ourselves halfway down the country to see my Dad while making sure Hubby the Un-Gardener also felt special. It was a lovely time with family.
But my seed sowing was thwarted once again on our arrival home. The weather was perfect, it was a Monday – the fresh start to a new week in a new season, but alas no. I was doing a spot of frenzied panic weeding and tidying for a bus load of lovely gardeners from a local garden club who visited that afternoon. It was a great time and they all seemed to enjoy my garden. Sometimes it is hard for me to see what they see as I can only see what needs to be done. I need to sit down more – possibly on my swing seat and just admire my handiwork. But as my Nana used to say, ‘that won’t get the cows milked.’ Or in more suitable for me way ‘that won’t get the seeds sown’.
Tuesday was my second chance at getting the seeds sown, but after four weeks of not feeling that great I decided to go to the Dr, just to check things out, only to find out it was ‘viral’, and I’d recover – eventually. So, I shall just push on and try and get things done. Things like sowing seeds. But the trip into town took a huge chunk of time out of my day and so the most I had time for was to gather the seeds together and write out all the labels. And before I knew it the day was at an end.
As much as I feel a little panicked that I’m now four days behind in my seed sowing, I need to stop beating myself up about it and remind myself that the seed sowing window for the new season is not just the first day or the first week – but that window is open for a couple of months. And to be honest the delay may even result in healthier plants because, like I always say ‘plants sown too early can struggle to thrive and plants sown at the right time soon overtake them and go on to be more productive’ or words to that effect.
At the end of the day it will be fine (although at the end of which day at this point is anyone’s guess) and standing in the middle of the garden in the middle of summer you wouldn’t even be able to tell this was a thing that caused me so much consternation.
Come again soon – seeds will be planted.
Sarah the Gardener : o)