Where are you Spring?

So I am sitting here on our deck; my eyes hurt from squinting and my right cheek is burning from the sun...but I am in my knee length coat, wrapped in a blanket with Justin's hat on my head, wondering how much longer my fingers can stand typing out here. It is 39 degrees.

But I just can't stand it anymore! I need spring to be here. I'm sick of sitting inside and looking at the sun - I want to BE in it.

I'm getting cabin fever pretty bad and feeling the itch to start gardening again. I'm excited to perhaps expand my plantings this year as we have a bigger deck - actually 2. I've just spent the last 20 minutes cleaning it off and day dreaming about what might grow here well. I think I need to start charting the amount of sun and at what hours so I plant appropriately.

This is my problem. I read. I plan. I map and dream. I've just spent 2 hrs (while Addison was napping) finding different East Coast gardening blogs to bookmark and read. I create a planting schedule and wish lish, but when the time of year comes that I start visiting my local nursury (Goosecove), I forget it all! Oh, this is so beautiful! Smell this! What a unique tomato! These beans are supposed to grow quickly - do I like beans? No, but they CLIMB and QUICKLY! I get so caught up that I spend a little here and a little there. And do I remember what I planted last year or how well it did? Well, no.

I read these blogs of accomplished gardeners with envy. They have beautiful harvests. They compost (which I actually want to start this year as well). They test the soil's temperature. They collect seeds and germinate under heat lamps. I want to be like this - I just know I'm not. Maybe someday? I don't know. But I've got to believe I love it just as much as them. The car load of plants. The smell of the soil. The black fingernails. The - what's that called? - blowing in the wind. The mystery and surprise behind it all.

Aaagh! I can't wait.