The Itch

The little robin visited the birdbath, reminding me to attend to Mother Nature. A friend gave me tulip bulbs which bloomed and are awaiting resettlement in the earth. The ever-present weeds have begun their sinister invasion of my flower beds. And a lone squirrel has returned to seek his post-winter store under the third tree on the south side of the driveway. I’m itching to garden again.

However, with snow in the forecast and a good two months until my self-imposed planting season, all I can do is buy the fertilizer and prepare as I bide my time. Oh, and remember the robins.