oh spring where art thou?

What a thing, this sad sad spring.

I've been woe-eyed watching my tiny urban garden plot, still mostly unloved, waiting, ever waiting.

Last year the tulips had come and gone, the small herb plants were already happily setting down roots, tomatoes out and caged and bean sprouts pushing up, anxious to climb the fence towards the sun.

But this year it's wet, it's cold and yes, it's a sad sad spring.

I'm trying hard not to let it get me down, reminding myself that Canada isn't exactly a gardeners paradise of weather, and to instead force myself to take a lesser (though still prideful) pleasure in my first seedlings scrambling towards their indoor fluorescent incubator lights.  I decided to grow some of my harvest from seed this year, but given the longer-than-usual winter I delayed my seeding until the very last reasonable moment, and yet still the little guys are getting too big and leggy to stay indoors for much longer.  They also long for better weather... and yet.

And yet, here we are, May long weekend (the usual gardener's delight) and not much joy to be found among my neighbours (urban gardeners all), who could be counted on in past years to be out tilling and planting and pruning and tending the long weekend away...

We'll get through this.  The vagaries of weather are also a hallmark of our Canadian lifestyle.  But after the depressing and long winter cold, the ice-storm(s) and snow blasts, the tentative slips and the too-rare sunshine, I only hope we get a break.  And soon.