If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.”
– Christina Rossetti
By the end of March I’m eagerly looking for flower buds, pulling out seed packs and straining to hear bird songs. The ancient Romans started the year in the month of March and that calendar orientation sure feels right as winter winds down.
A little while ago, folks from the software company we use for our desig ns reached out to ask if I’d interview for a blog post about women in landscaping. Speaking with them, and later, with one of their colleagues, for a trade article on the same subject, reminded me of that moment, more than 10 years ago, that I decided to change careers, moving from teaching to landscaping. Interestingly, it was in March that I committed to taking that leap.
Nature reminds us of spring’s promise that there are always opportunities for new beginnings.
Watching the resiliency of bulbs and buds as they push out new growth in freezing weather gives me the courage to break out of old patterns and the hope that comes with the opportunity to start fresh. Over 50 now, I’m especially grateful to have this annual reminder that is never too late to begin to grow again.
Later today, if weather warms, I’ll be able to plant peas – a St. Patrick’s Day tradition. In a few weeks, those seeds will be small plants. And so, the adventure of this new garden year begins.
Hello new life. Hello flowers budding in harsh winds. Hello hope.
Planting peas for St. Patrick’s Day? Here’s a link to some basics from Maryland’s Home and Garden information center.