Poem #81: The Last Frost of the Springtime

It seems I have a lot to say about spring. If you follow my social media you'll likely see some posts about gardening because I still love connecting to my roots and growing at least some of my food each summer. This year I'm doing more flowers and herbs and can't wait to get started. My Dad has already planted his seedling tomatoes (he plants them on St. Patrick's Day - just like his mom did). I start to chomp at the bit about now and start imagining the wonderful scents and sights the garden will bring. It got me thinking about that last frost and how difficult it is to predict and how challenging it is to hold yourself back from planting early. Ah, spring.