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From the Publisher's Desk – I am leaving well enough along (March 25, 2015 issue)

Apparently the “yolk” is on me.
I answered my office page Friday and employee Damaris Higgins said “If you want to see something amazing, come in the kitchen.” How could I turn that down? It wasn’t my birthday. I hadn’t won an award. Was there an office disaster?
I walked into the kitchen to find the broom standing in the middle of the floor with no support whatsoever. We have often spoken of our office ghost referred to as “Lucy.” Was Lucy caught in the act of cleaning up the building?
Turns out Friday was Vernal Equinox. This is a term I have heard most of my life but, to be honest, I did not know what it meant. Obviously it wasn’t important enough to declare as a holiday and excuse me from work, so it must be one of the lesser calendar listings, somewhere beneath Columbus Day and Presidents Day.
The Farmer’s Almanac states “Astronomically speaking, the March equinox occurs when the Sun crosses the celestial equator on its way north along the ecliptic. In the Northern Hemisphere, the March equinox is known as the vernal, or spring, equinox, and marks the start of the spring season.”
That made as much sense to me as the broom standing alone in the kitchen.
Later, Friday morning, Damaris came into my office with a raw egg. She showed me a photo she had just taken of an egg standing upright on her desk. She one with me so I could master the same achievement. I worked and worked and worked and worked, only to achieve failure.
“Why is your egg on its side?,” she asked me upon returning to my office. “I can’t do it,” I said. “My hands are shaking from the stress and I think my egg has a double yolk inside, which is throwing it off balance.”
After a few attempts, she got the egg to stand up on my desk – pointed end down. Show off!
So, it’s official – spring is here. The birds are singing. The rain is falling. The ground is warming up. And, the weeds and grass are growing. Ugh!
It’s that time of year again. Everything is waking up from a winter’s nap except me. Every day I see the activity in my neighborhood. During the day, I get calls from my mom. This one is fertilizing. This one is mowing. This one is using a lawn care service. So, the pressure is on.
And, what is it with that obnoxious, little crawling weed that is trying to take over the world, or at least my yard? I turn my back for a moment and it looks like a chia plant on steroids.
I have tried some of the top brand weed killers. That dainty little grass doesn’t give up without a fight. It lingers and then turns yellow before going brown. Within a few weeks it has taken new life or the offspring has come forth to battle for the same spot. I have truly come to the conclusion that the weed killer industries are putting something in those bottles to require a continued usage for eternity. Stop using the product, and those simple weeds could take on the rage of kudzu.
That is a plant that must have been secretly brought in by one of our foreign enemies. Have you noticed it along the side of roads? It climbs trees, swallows entire hillsides and reaches for homes, small children and pets. Maybe not those last few items mentioned, but it is aggressive. If the stock market and investments could grow that vigorously we would all be grabbing a sprig and watering it with Miracle Grow.
I am kind of in yard limbo right now. I am waiting on a master plan of inspiration. As I see it, most of my current shrubs will come out, so why work with them? Most of my yard will be resodded, so why fertilize and work with it? Some outside structures need to be built first, so why start now? Maybe this is all just an excuse to not start.
I was always excited by spring when I lived on Spivey and had a garden. I had already spent most of the winter pouring over seed catalogs to find my favorites and my list of new choices to try.
My gardening stages of life went from a young age of not wanting to be hoeing an acre of corn to a mature age where I delighted in a garden in the yard. Square foot beds turned into more and that turned into rows and rows required fencing because of deer, rabbits and such. Now I make simple trips to markets and buy perfect vegetables with no fuss involved.
Spring brings other adjustments. Yes, I also enjoy the extra daylight in the evening, but I am still not adjusted to the sacrifice it brings in the morning sleep time. I hear so many people say “I wish they would just leave it one way or the other.”
If we could ever find who “they” are, there would be a lot of questions we could ask. It seems that is our quick reference to those who govern everything from our national to local governments. “They messed that up. They should have left well enough alone.”
If you are like me, I would love for many things to be better. However, I don’t often realize it was good until it changes, and oftentimes to worse. It is then that I wish I could go back and leave well enough alone.
I was going to try the egg trick again but it is still standing on its own from where Damaris left it. I believe I will just leave well enough alone.