Spring is slowly coming to Cherry Creek. Temperatures fluctuated within a seasonable range this week, but grey skies returned. A couple of inches of wind-driven snow fell overnight Thursday, but was nearly melted when I walked the gardens on Saturday morning. I looked closely at the ground and along branches for signs of new growth. As much as I'm craving spring's arrival, I know that too much growth too soon can be disastrous in the garden. We are far from being safe of damaging frosts.
As I write this, we're under a severe thunderstorm watch, the surest sign that spring is right around the corner. The anticipation that brews in the air before an approaching thunderstorm is not unlike the anticipation that I'm feeling for spring in the garden. Of all the years I've been gardening, I've never felt the need for spring more than I do this year.