Did I Miss Spring?

I was wearing a sweater or a sweatshirt or a long sleeve flannel shirt until I wasn't.

I was planting and enjoying the breeze until I wasn't.

There wasn't a lot of warning.  It just happened.  The weather forecast tells me to expect temperatures in the 90's this weekend.  

Half the people I know are snowed under, with no end in sight.  The other half have been enduring rains and clouds.  Only we here in Southern Arizona seem to be moving right on into summer, without giving Spring a chance to say hello.

Taos Bubbe and I laughed last night - it seems we've waited too long to walk outside.  When she wondered how we got here I realized I wasn't hallucinating.  I've gone from jeans to sundresses without the usual pause for t-shirts and shorts.  

It goes down to the 50's at night.  We can still sleep with the window open for fresh air that won't boil us in bed.  The mornings are perfect until the sun begins its real work.  There was a line of sweaters on Grandma's Garden's wall; nobody needed them, especially when we were working hard.

The plants are wilting without irrigation.  We were forced to transplant some petunias from the low wooden bed to individual plastic hanging baskets to see if some personal care and attention will revive them.  

I'm not complaining.  I love my warm weather gear and the warmth and persistence of the sunshine.  I just wasn't prepared.