If this is some kind of trick, I’m not finding any humor in it. Spring hasn’t sprung, although for those who can’t read a calendar, they think it’s already here.

If this is some kind of trick, I’m not finding any humor in it. Spring hasn’t sprung, although for those who can’t read a calendar, they think it’s already here.

The bushes outside my office window are budding. Birds are holding conventions in the trees discussing which way to go and the dogs are shedding faster than I can vacuum, so I’m constantly covered in dog hair.

I even went so far as to have one of the dogs checked by our in-house vet (my daughter) and although I know she thinks I’m a bit neurotic about my furry kids, she reassured me it was just his body reacting to the warm weather. Well, my body is reacting too and I may start mowing dead grass pretty soon.

Why give us spring weather if I can’t plant anything yet, although I’ve tried and the boyfriend said too soon and hid the seed packets. There’s nothing to mow, although I make frequent trips to the barn to check on Big Red (my old tractor) and the new faster-than-the-speed-of-light mower that is supposedly going to cut my mowing time in half, although I’m not in a hurry to ever be done mowing.

I realize that anything could happen in the month of March and it’s quite odd we’ve only had one snow, that didn’t stick around very long. I don’t want to jinx it, but I’m really starting to believe we’re going straight into spring without having to shovel our way out even one time.

In the back of my mind I always wonder what it means to have a mild winter because we all know Mother Nature will make up for it somehow. Either we’ll be flooded with spring rains or it will be a drought.

The stores aren’t helping the situation. Why are they showcasing potted flowers? Basically that’s the same as having your house full of sweet treats but not being able to eat them.

I’ve walked around the acreage more times than necessary, making mental notes of branches that need hauled to the brush pile, leaves piled up in corners and the garden that’s ready to be tilled. I know I could start on it now, with the warm weather, but then what will I do for the rest of the time before the real fun starts.

The inside spring cleaning is done, I’ve opened all the windows and aired out the house and have cleaned and lined up the gardening tools.

I’m pretty sure I’ve become a ticking time bomb and the weather needs to either decide to be a real winter or move on to spring.

I was hoping to shed 20 pounds before I dug out the summer clothes but the waiting is making me cranky and instead of eating another salad I finally gave in and ate the last honey bun.

If the threat of frost doesn’t end soon, last year’s jeans shorts may have to become wheelchair totes for the folks at Dad’s new home.