Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
weekly human interest column about daily life and the funny
things that happen to everyone.
She has written for the Daily News of Kingsport, Griffin Journal,
Oakridge Now, Atlanta Woman Magazine, Aberdeen Examiner, Angleton
Advocate, and Smyrna AM, a supplement of the Murfreesboro Daily News
Journal. She has been
published by Voyageur Press, McGraw Hill, and the good folks
at Guidepost Books. Her articles have appeared in
numerous anthologies and other publications, both in print and online.
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It's entirely the groundhog's fault. He promised us an early
spring. Oh, the critter delivered on the early spring all right.
Flowering fruit trees were in bloom, folks were wearing shorts,
and my neighbors were out mowing grass. Yep, we all had it --
When the warm weather hits, I always get the urge to plant
flowers. Petunias were calling my name, so I went over to the
new hardware store and checked out the bedding plants. I had a
gift card left over from last winter. No sense in wasting it --
especially when I have spring fever.
On a warm weekend in early spring the garden center is worse
than the Interstate at rush hour. They were carting out the
plants, mulch, and fertilizer by the basket load. Hoses,
sprayers, shovels, and wheelbarrows lined up at the register for
the patio checkout lane. Like me, everyone in town had been hit
by spring fever.
The flowers were so colorful and bright. How could any woman
resist buying a few plants whether she likes flowers or not? I
picked out some snapdragons and marigolds. As much as I love
flowers, my thumb has never been green enough to plant anything
that doesn't thrive easily, even when I have spring fever.
The yellow snapdragons were easy to reach, but the red
snapdragons were on the top shelf where I could barely reach
them. I didn't let that hinder me, though; I managed to get them
down without breaking my neck or dropping the flowers. Nothing
can stop me when I want flowers, especially when I have a severe
case of spring fever.
Back home, I attacked my backyard with vigor, chopping down the
dead Black-Eyed Susans from the previous season, pulling weeds,
raking dead leaves and dry grass like a wild woman. The blossoms
from my crabapple tree fell around me like rain - but even
spring allergies take a back seat to spring fever.
The down side to buying plants is that you have to plant them.
The planting part is not nearly as much fun as the buying part,
especially when you have to pull weeds and grass first. By the
time I finished getting everything ready to plant, I was too
tired toplant anything. It was lack of energy, not lack of
enthusiasm. I still had severe spring fever.
As it turned out, winter had been lurking around the corner all
the time just waiting for those tender plants to be put into the
ground. The next thing I knew it was cold again. That stuff
falling from the sky wasn't pollen or apple blossoms the next
day -- it was snow! I guess that's what I get for believing that
a varmint can predict weather and letting him give me spring
I remember other years when I have jumped the gun and planted my
flowers too early, only to have the winter return with a
vengeance to kill them. What could I do now with all the boxes
of flowers to keep them from freezing? Bring them inside, of
course. Now my kitchen table has spring fever.
It was chilly outside in my housecoat that night, trying to
cover my azaleas with a blanket so they wouldn't freeze. Then
the blanket blew off and my azaleas became victims anyhow, along
with a lot of other plants that grew too early because they too
had spring fever.
Every year I say the same thing. "Next year I'm not going
to plant any flowers so I won't have to worry about frost and
cold weather." But then the annuals bloom in front of the
discount stores, and I just can't resist buying plants. I don't
know what it is, the urge to plant and grow, the innate need for
renewal of life -- or simply spring fever.
Copyright 2007 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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