“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
― Ernest Hemingway
Let me parse the beginning of this post by saying that I love living in Wisconsin…9 of the 12 months.
Which 3 months are the exception? If you guessed December, January and February you would not be correct. It is March, April and May.
Why? Hemingway called it false spring. I called it Winter Lite. Call me crazy, but seeing the mail box get nearly buried each winter is pretty cool. We play in the snow here. I like to play.
But spring, or the lack there of is, well…depressing.
If you read most of our posts, you know that we love to garden. When the almanac says we are in springtime we are chomping at the bit to get out and start the growing season.
Overnight lows remain steadily in the 30s, snow squalls continue to roam in and out. Warm weather plants remain inside, we can’t even harden off the pepper seedlings we started on St. Patty’s Day. Sigh.
Oh well. To quote Beth’s least favorite saying. “It is what it is.”
Wisconsin will continue to go from beautiful Autumn, to snowy but beautiful Winter, to Winter Lite, to suddenly Summer in June. After 23 years living here, you’d think I would be used to it, but sadly I’m not.
Come on Memorial Day!