So here I am, as ever, bewaring the ides of March just in case. When I realise what it is I am actually bewaring about. Frost. Not a late frost, it is not a late frost to have one in March, it is just frost. The days have been so lovely recently. There have been bees and butterflies and frogspawn is in the pond. I have all these seeds just waiting to be sown and I am itching to get on with starting them off. But I know from my garden journal that I religiously complete that there was frost last year on the 19th March. I had to bring stuff in from the unheated greenhouse as I was worried it might suffer. So I have to wait, I have to have that patience that I only seem to have when it comes to gardening (and even then I struggle to maintain it).
Which in turn reminds me of when I used to work in a department store in Nottingham (a long gone department store) and one of the people I worked with used to call me Cassandra, not in a Tia Carrera, Waynes World sort of way (the film wasn't even made then and I should be so lucky!), but in a foreteller of doom as apparently I used to spend a lot of time saying things would go wrong. Of course I had to remind him that Cassandra was actually right in her prediction and no one had believed her. Anyway, so I am watching the weather, Cassandra-like hoping that I am not foretelling doom yet the forecast says there are still chilly nights ahead, so maybe I am Cassandra after all? It was frosty overnight in some areas last night and more is probably due at the weekend.
So much to do, so much I want to do, but I have to beware. It is not Spring yet and the ides of March are a good reminder to be patient a little while longer.