>Finally, after a number of false starts, Spring is officially here. At least as far as the calendar is concerned, anyway. The Spring Equinox (or, if you prefer, Ostara) has come and gone, and while we had a gorgeous day on Friday, and a decently warm and (at times) sunny day on Saturday, it still doesn’t feel quite here. In other words, I’m not convinced we have seen the last of the snow down in the valley. Still, it’s good to know that if winter does battle back, it will be a last gasp.
For our celebration, we hoofed it up the “M” for the first time in ’09 on Saturday afternoon. It was nice enough out — not perfect, but warm — and it felt good to get out. We like to get up this thing 2 – 3 times/week in good weather, and there have been stretches when I’ve tackled it almost every day. It doesn’t seem or look like much, but it’s quite a climb to get up it, especially when one is a little unconditioned for that kind of thing.
Missoula doesn’t look like much just yet, but in a few weeks when the trees suddenly explode with leaves and pollen, it will be gorgeous. I’ll post more pictures then. As for this last picture, I wonder what the hell they are doing to screw up the oval. The U of M seems to be in a constant state of construction over the last few years.
I think we are anticipating spring even more than usual this time around, on account of our big plans for planting this year. In addition to the raised beds at our house, we are going to team up with my folks to do a lot of work out on their property. We even have a tipi on order for putting up for the nights we spend out there. Today Julia, my mom and me went to a talk/seminar in Missoula with a Master Gardener (I have his name in my notes, but I don’t have my notes with me). It was awesome. There is just so much information that my head started spinning. I can’t wait for the day when I can spout off even a fraction of that knowledge from firsthand experience! Suffice to say, the urge to get to work is pretty strong. Most of the seeds we ordered have arrived; I can’t wait. If 10% of what we have planned actually works out, it should be a great year! I expect that this will be an ongoing subject for this blog over the next few months.
Tomorrow I get up early to go catch a flight back to Kansas; flying in and out of Wichita. I’ve been there several times, but not motorcycles, serial killers, nor even MISL teams will ever supplant the White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army” as the first thing I think of when I hear the word “Wichita.” That also happens to be the first song Sid ever learned to play on the drums, though he’d never admit it now.