Winter should be over when you've
worn out the knees of your snow pants.
When your mittens fall apart,
that should mark the end of winter.
But it's NOT gone. It hangs on!
There ought to be a law against the
view from our front porch looking
like this on the 9th of March.
Hungry for guacamole?
Come back in four years,
when our tree sets its first fruit.
Pretty sad situation when my only gardening topic is an avocado pit. It could be said that in the month of March gardening in Zone 4 is the pits.