Around here, birds are chirping and squirrels are scampering. Trees are budding and the pines are raining green pollen. Spring is indeed at work with joyful enthusiasm in our neck of the woods.
So is the yearning to dig in the dirt. Spring Fever, once again, at war with the task of getting words on the page, and I think it’s winning.
April is the month I throw all caution away and dream of lush English gardens. That’s an impossible look in South Texas. I love to plant in the spring, come July down here I want to hide out inside with the air conditioner blowing in my face full blast.