February is the Shortest Month


In the
meantime, though, primroses are popping up, and calendula are looking at me,
and lilies of the valley have been planted. The early tomatoes are looking
great and will be transplanted later this month. Outside, daffodils are growing
like crazy, and overwintered plants are greening up. I don’t know whether to
cheer or tell them to go back into hibernation.
The tunnels
are looking great, even the unheated ones. More seeds and yet more seeds are
started every day, for planting in the tunnels, for transplanting outside as
soon as we can, and for our farm market (since I know many of you are anxious
to get planting again).

The weather
this year is a gift—an early opportunity to get hands in the dirt, to dig, to
clear a spot, to plant something winter hardy—because standing outside in the
sunshine and digging in the dirt is the best therapy ever. It clears the mind
and makes me feel better. We are spending the last two weeks of February
transplanting seedlings to larger pots, creating hanging baskets and large
planters, and generally getting ready for spring.
Usually, I
am incredibly grateful that February is a short month. Usually it is colder
than ever, it delays spring, and it is stormy and cloudy. This year, I may be
incredibly grateful for that extra day of February which is bringing spring
closer!
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