I’ve been hearing so much about phenology that it took me a little while to figure out that we weren’t all talking about some crazy pseudoscience about lumps on heads.
As it turns out, what we’re really talking about is temperature. Soil temperature and its effects on plants.
When the crocus blooms? Get those peas in. When the hummingbirds hum? Get the potatoes in. When the fat pasty white guys wear shorts? Build trellises.
I’m pretty sure that phenology comes down to one simple thing: As the temps increase, the soil warms up and stuff starts to happen. Hardcore phenologists want to follow the natural signs, but it pretty much comes down to the temperature. So, if you see people wearing less, you are either at a strip club or it’s time to start planting.
So I put on shorts this weekend. And there was plenty to enjoy about the weather and my pastiness. We were all outside enjoying the warmth and I got tons done in the garden. Soaker hoses, bean teepees, pea trellises, onions in, radishes in. Kids playing, wife working, sun shining.
One of the great parts of spring is that you start to see so many things changing. The sun’s angle changes, it hits harder. Buds are popping, the sugar maples extend their fingers, cranberry red nails drying against the sky, grass pushes, gnats fly, tree frogs awaken, geese honk a rowdy good morning…
The garden is taking shape. Next weekend, more planting.