89°F
weather icon Clear

Spring sunshine makes everything bloom

Spring is definitely in the air. I can feel it, I can see it and I can smell it.

The warmer temperatures are causing every growing thing to grow — and that includes people as well as plants.

I was fortunate enough to take a few days away from the office to spend some quality spring time with the family, and I believe my kids have grown taller in the past couple of weeks.

Just like the greenery sprouting everywhere, the girls seem to be reaching skyward toward the sun. And when they stand up after lounging in the sun, they look taller.

I’m sure it’s just my imagination, but… it could be my spring fever.

Every year about this time, I get an uncontrollable urge to grow things.

Seeing the wildflowers sprouting along the highway each day as I drive through town doesn’t help matters any. Even my allergies, which are quick to tell me there’s lots in bloom, don’t curb my desires to dig my fingers into the dirt and plant something — anything.

Nor do past failures in the gardening department. Fortunately, I haven’t had so many of those that it discourages me from trying again, with the exception of squash. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get squash, especially zucchini, to grow.

So this year I have decided to focus on flowers and plants. And I have Patty Sullivan of the Parks and Recreation Department to thank for that.

Shortly after my arrival in town, she introduced me to the Boulder City/Hoover Dam Museum’s hollyhock program. Designed to teach first-graders about how the 31ers settled in the city and created a sense of community through their hollyhocks, seeds are given to the youngsters for them to plant and create a link to the past.

Patty graciously gave me a few seeds, which I planted in a pot in my backyard. It had been years since I grew anything from seeds — the last time probably was when I was in the first grade — and I checked on them daily to see if they were growing.

It may seem silly, but I have been as giddy as a first-grader watching my seeds sprout and turn into plants. Not a day goes by that I don’t check on their progress. If they were children, I would have created a system to mark their height changes.

My next step is to transfer my little seedlings into bigger pots or a special place in the yard so they can bloom and flourish.

And so they wouldn’t get lonely, I have planted roses, petunias, dianthus, hibiscus, marigolds, lobelias and strawberries. Some habits are hard to break.

Yes, spring is a special time, even more so in Boulder City, which celebrates the season’s arrival with a two-day Jamboree. Scheduled for May 3 and 4, the event is shaping up to be one of the bright spots on the annual calendar.

It’s a great place to spend time with your family. I’ll be bringing mine, except for my hollyhock babies. They will remain safely at home, growing in the sunshine.

Don't miss the big stories. Like us on Facebook.
THE LATEST
No parade passes us by

The start of a new year is always a big deal for me. But it’s not the fireworks or parties that I look forward to as one year melds into another.

Change marks past year

As I look back at the past 361 days, there is one thing throughout 2017 that has been constant: change.

‘Twas the baking before Christmas

Last year, many readers commented how much they enjoyed my column about holiday baking and requested that I make this an annual tradition. With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, here it is:

Feminism dominates 2017

Earlier this week, Merriam-Webster, a leading authority on language, declared “feminism” as 2017’s word of the year.

Santa’s arrival heralds magical time

I have come to the conclusion that there truly is something magical about Santa’s red suit. It can turn back time.

Sample sights, sounds, tastes of holidays

Now that you have enjoyed your Thanksgiving dinner, shopped all the Black Friday, Small Business Saturday and Cyber Monday sales, and polished off the leftovers, it’s time to let the holiday celebration begin in earnest.

Reasons to be thankful plentiful

Since our paper comes out each Thursday and Thanksgiving falls on the fourth Thursday of the month, it seems natural to take this opportunity to give thanks for all the blessings that have come my way — and the way of this staff — over the past 365 days.

Time too precious to squander

It’s been said that time and tide wait for no man.

Time brings steps in right direction

It’s been said that time flies when you’re having fun. I’ve also heard that time passes much more quickly the older you get.