Tomorrow night we turn back the clocks. This is a right of spring I don't enjoy. Losing an hour of sleep and making my mornings darker is no fun. But I'm excited to report that some of our seedlings have sprouted. This year we're limiting ourselves to growing tomatoes and peppers from seed, and we're excited to grow some cool tomatoes we've never even heard of. In fact, I can't even pronounce the name of at least one.
The clocks and seedlings are harbingers of more for me. They signal a time when I can get outside and enjoy the sun, work in the yard and play in the park. This year will be extra exciting because it's the boys first spring.
Spring is coming. I can hardly wait.