Spring

Spring has indeed sprung!  The dogwoods and azaleas are blooming their beautiful blooms, the birds are singing their harmonic melodies and I can see wearing sandals in the very near future.  I would love this beautiful time of year if it weren't for the misery that comes on me in the form of seasonal allergies.  My eyes itch to the point of wanting to scratch my eyes out and I can't stop sneezing, sniffing and blowing my red chapped nose, attractive I know.  OTC medications works to some degree, but I find myself praying for rain!  This is not normal  for the sun lover that I am.

There's also the planting pressure that comes every spring in the form of Home Depot and Lowe's, Miracle Grow commercials to inspire me to plant flowers in my yard.  I've noticed that everyone in the commercials are so happy to be digging, planting and spreading whatever it is they spread  and not one of them is red eyed and sneezing their head off.  I must confess that my allergies are not solely to blame.  I have sincerely tried to get into the spirit of planting, but  have not found one enjoyable moment in the entire process.  Is there something wrong with me because I don't enjoy planting? Don't get me wrong.There is no one who appreciates looking at beautiful  flowers, but planting them myself is altogether another story.  Lugging huge bags of potting soil, weeding flower beds, digging a hole that is not too shallow or too deep (I never get this right) is not my idea of a good time.  I'm positive that the unfortunate flowers that happen to make their way into my Highlander hatchback can sense my negative attitude.  They must!  They do not thrive to say the least and then they die.  I would much rather admire them while running past them on an early morning run.  So please continue to plant you who love planting.  I'll continue to admire.