As dreary March concludes, April blossoms into spring. Dirt covered snow starts to melt as the weather warms ever so slightly.
Let’s ignore our neighbours to the east who have been enjoying blistering hot weather for a moment.
Yes, that’s me glaring at you for pictures of shorts and sandals and ice-cold drinks.
Each season has its perks: fall for its vivid colours, winters for its indoor sessions of steamy cups of tea, spring for its new blooms and summer for the suns rays.
Since I arrived here over six months ago, I’ve had my share of new experiences and I have definitely experienced a lot in this little community.
From running the trails and my attempts at wood carving, to history lessons about the city’s past and issues of the deer.
Oh, deer.
Everything has been a learning experience and I’ve enjoyed each new venture that I’ve had so far.
My next challenge, and it will definitely be an interesting one, is to try my hand at gardening this year.
For all that I love about flowers and vegetables and all things that grow, I can’t seem to keep them alive; at least, not without reminders.
My main issue, I believe, is that I forget to water them.
My mom can attest to the constant reminders to water the few plants we have. Mostly it’s because when I ask myself if I’ve watered a plant, I think to myself, yes I have.
Three days later, sharp green leaves are found limp and desolate.
Nevertheless, let’s hope that this year fares better than all my previous attempts.
As a child, rather than dehydrating the poor greenery, I recall over-watering the plants.
I was probably thinking the more water the better.
Oh how times have changed.
There will probably be colourful post-it notes pasted around my home, reminding me to water the growing sprouts.
That or I will have to make an organized schedule with arrows pointing to what days I should water and how much.
Once I have a schedule, it should get easier, right?