Hoping To Catch a Fever

The month of March has been chocked-full of wild weather. What looked like the possibility of an early spring in February has diminished with heavy rains, hail, snow, two windstorms, did I mention rain?, and more rain.

I haven’t been inviting visitors to the farm to see the baby calves (one of my most favorite things) because everyone would have to wear a wet-suit just to get out to the barn. The barns are a mess because all those four-legged-poopers are avoiding the weather and staying inside as much as they can, and pooping copiously.

My garage has every available surface draped with bits of clothing. Every jacket, pants, socks, boots, and rain gear all spread out. This in an effort to get something dry before the time to go back out and get wet during the chores all over again.

I stand here between the mud and manure, mired and down trodden, hoping to ease my sorrows. I think a good fever would help the predicament I am in.

By fever I mean Spring Fever. Yes, it is time to get myself into the nearest Garden Center and catch a giddy, goofy, green-thumb fever. It just so happens that the local Center has a Ladies Night Out event tonight and I am looking forward to wearing something besides my mud boots while I stick my nose into fragrant blooms, and rub a bit of compost between my fingers.

This Garden Center has an acre of covered greenhouse area. They throw a bash twice a year to fill the greenhouse with ladies and a few very brave men, for an evening of live music, displays with gardening tips, cooking demos, product samples, wine tasting, fashion shows, the list goes on and on.

It is my big event of the spring.

I will be there with my nose pressed on the glass of those front doors waiting for the opening bell. I have already passed off my evening chore duties to the hubby, and I am going hunting.  I am looking to catch a fever…