It's definitely here. Achoo! Oak catkins are overlapping with yellow buckeye flowers, and the explosion in growth of winter annuals has me lamenting the weed-whacking skills and mowing skills of my gardening companion here in the Piedmont.
He's on a mission documenting wildflowers along routes to waterfalls for his next book (largely in the mountains of Western North Carolina). So he's absent in the gardening-care department. Lovely for him, as an early spring is meaning field work NOW is essential.
But I'm thinking I need to learn how to mow grass with our (darn) riding lawn mower. Ugh.
I've used a gasoline push lawn mower a couple of times (back in Georgia) when we were going back and forth for awhile. Hmm. So, I'm quite spoiled in the lawn care department, I guess. Our dogs (over the years) have loved the small patches of lawn that we have -- excellent ball-throwing territories.
Weed-whacking is another issue. I need a small-sized weed whacker that I can actually use (not the tall gas-guzzling ones that I can barely carry, much less use: Tim is fine with the one we have, but it's not something that's easy for me to use). Hey, I'm 5 ft., 2 in., ~ 110 lbs more or less -- uh, hello, gardening-tool folks, we're out here!
OK, I'm trying to clean up the landscape in front and behind the fence right now, and wishing that I had some help (absent my gardening companion). Perhaps I'll be calling my neighbor who's in the landscaping business!
P.S. You wouldn't want to see images for this post!