Redundancy are my middle name. (sorry for not proof-reading.)

Thanks for your ideas, Michelle. Dad is less enamored of watching things grow indoors than he is with watching and participating in natural seasons. I am the same. Having said that, it can be delightful to observe forced bulbs, and growing plants indoors out of season can be "soul food."

When my sister died, 20 years ago the end of this month, some one one sent a truly lovely spring planter to the house of forced hyacinths and paperwhite narcissis.   Olfactory memories are very visceral and very powerful. Their fragrance has filled me with a sense of dread and sorrow ever since. In the last 3-4 years, I have again begun to appreciate their fragrance gently wafting on a March breeze out-of-doors. Dad and I recently talked about this. He is in about the same space as am I.   That is why I am planting spring greens.