My Own March Madness:
Machetes not basket balls
Okay not quite that bad — but close!
The best part of March? It is NOT February! Spring in upstate NY is a misnomer, we have Fall, Dead of winter, Mud and Summer. The good news is that summer and fall are exquisite. Summer in upstate New York is like a gentle, warm, deep, hug. (and don’t we all miss those right now!) The Fall’s turning leaves, crisp air, and October blue skies are breath taking. But March and the mud…not my favorite.
March is also a mean name! There’s no marching going on… there is no moving forward. March in upstate is about waiting, waiting for spring, waiting for the daffodils, and waiting to plant something. In years past there would be a string of beautiful sunny almost warm days and I’d be compelled to plant my beets or lettuce indoors. I’d take pictures of my beautiful sprouts that amazing magenta of a new beet leaf. And a week or so later all the baby plants would have died from an Arctic cold snap or 10 days of low light levels . Yeah, yeah — an indoor light system is on the books to buy.
While I’m waiting for April, perusing through a tool catalogue I saw it. A MACHETE — YES, that’s what I need!
My family lived for a few years in Costa Rica when I was a toddler. We returned to the States with a machete (among other things, like my…