The DC region is absolutely at its finest in spring. All the trees are blooming and it's precisely the right temperature. It's also the time that my car traditionally fills up with dirt, although that is less a miracle of nature and much more my labor. I hauled and shoveled four carloads of mulch last week, covering all of the vegetable beds with the lovely rich black stuff.
Even though I put down a tarp, my bits of my car will be filled with dirt for several months. When I know I'll be doing lots of compost transfers plus camping, I don't bother cleaning my car between times. A bonus of Covid is that no one can ride with me to be horrified at the state of my car's interior.
The broccoli and lettuce seedlings coming to life under my basement grow light. They have since been supplanted by all the warm-weather seedlings like tomatoes and basil.
Of course, now that Maryland is truly lovely, I'm driving to Ohio to visit my parents. It'll be a bit colder and muddier there, but I guess the parental hugs and not having to cook every meal for myself will more than make up for the lack of blossoms.
