Did I tell you? Why I Hate March!

A New Zealand Winter has finally arrived. In March. In Illinois.

New Zealand winters are damp, and cold, and wet. And long.

The Illinois March is too damn long.

Which is why I hate March.

March in Illinois has snow, rain, wind, sun, cold, storms, floods and everything in between and sometimes all on the same day.

March cannot make up it’s mind.

The herbs and spring greens are being sown and grown in the little glasshouse (I love that bit) but breaking ground outside will have to wait – it is too wet and too cold so far.

More snow in the night. Just cold, nasty, messy stuff.

And a big fat robin sat in the ornamental pear tree outside my study window this morning and calmly ate the berries.

March Mud. More often than not it is all about the mud in March.

The cows want to get into the fields but the ground is too soft to be trod on by those beasties and anyway they are still breaking in and fertilising the 2022 garden.

March is always an odd month – it can’t make up its mind.

I hate inclement, bad mannered March.

But the chickens are laying!

Oh and the ducks have started laying too. Everywhere. Lucky Tima got locked up in time.

Take care – talk soon.

Cecilia