So when does spring arrive at your neck of the world?
Back when I worked at the Department of Health and Welfare, Region IV, our manager, Tresa, planned an annual half day off at a local bar. Years before, they’d take a weekend and camp in the Idaho mountains, but over the years, they moved the party from the campgrounds down the road to this remote watering hole.
The bar’s claim to fame, besides being on the way to the national forest above Boise, was their bucket of clams.
Which were pretty amazing.
When we’d ask about the outing, Tresa would shake her head. “Not time yet. We’ll go when the air is soft.”
I knew what she meant. Sitting outside on a picnic table on a warm, but not too warm, day, the air tends to welcome you back from the harsh winter indoors.
My mother always said you couldn't plant your potatoes until after the snow left Shaffer Butte. Even if we’d had weeks of warm weather in the valley, she’d hold off transplanting her garden plants from her sunny kitchen table to the warm soil of the garden. It seemed to work for her, she never had to cover the garden because of a late frost. Or buy the wall of water forms for the tomato plants to safeguard them from the freeze.
That's my mom and big brother celebrating her birthday.
Some people mark the start of spring with a calendar or the Easter holiday. For me, it’s all about the feel of the air. We don’t have a mountain like Shaffer Butte where I live by the mighty Mississippi, so I leave the garden schedule up to my husband. You’ll find me on the deck with a long neck and a book.
What are your signs of spring?
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