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Sunday, March 27, 2011
It has been hard for me to get into my springtime groove
Other than when I was shoveling snow, so far this year I have only had a few days when I did my self-imposed daily minimum of two hours of outside work. The biggest reason for this is my overpowering congenital laziness, but wearing the hats of husband, father, and grandfather also have kept me busy.
For the most part, the months of November, December, January, February, March, and April are months without flowers in northern Illinois.; six very depressing, cold, dreary months. It is a wonder that anyone remains sane. I’d have to say that the perfect mix of seasons for me would be in eastern Tennessee. It would be poetic for me to finish my days in the area where my parents started theirs. It would be nice to get an extra month or two of growing season... and to get away from these gosh darned Illinois taxes.