... well, you know where.
Forget meteorological spring. Forget astronomical spring. Forget calendar spring. It's clearly spring - no matter how you look at it.
So, why can't I get in the mood?
Was it the short warm winter? Not enough cold and bad weather to make me long for sunshine and warm breezes? Not enough snow to make me yell, "enough"? Too few dreary days?
Whatever it is, the sap just isn't rising in me yet. I've wasted nearly 10 days of pretty afternoons when I could have been out in the garden. I've wasted seven extra hours of daylight. I'm the only mammal in Central Virginia who's still hibernating.
Finally, today there are branches of flowering almond on the table and a bowl of stock on the table - the first blooms from my new cutting garden - but still I can't get excited.
Just when I need a touch of spring fever, I got nada. I need a kick - well, you know where!