This past year, and I believe all years before, enthusiasm for seed starting began a month too early. And this past year there was cold at the end of April into the beginning of May. And every year there is high wind, bluster and drowning rain into June. Then, around the middle of October, after the possibility of drought, there is a chance of harder and harder frosts.
Doesn't mean anything of course, because pretty soon now, there will be perusal of accumulated seed stocks, drifting through stores that flaunt the word 'garden' and that aimless smile that means warm weather is near. It is the pattern of life, I guess, no more extraordinary than the migration of birds, the hibernation of tortoises, and all of us fool hardy enough to inhabit the earth.