It seemed that everyone on my street had caught a case of the green thumb this weekend. Fathers and sons, husbands and wives, parents and kids had their pant bottoms and sleeves rolled up and were digging into the dirt.
All in the hope that a month or two from now, the fragrance of beautiful bouquets will greet us as we enter our homes. What would be better than bypassing the florist and picking flowers from your own garden? Nothing whatsoever.