Weather Woes Have Me Dreaming of Spring

April 15 is on the horizon and that means the tax man cometh.  My brain is tired and overtaxed. Not only that, my body is confused. The calendar shows it's springtime in the Rockies, but the weather feels like winter.  I don't know if I should break out in a sweat or goosebumps.
I have a bad case of weather worries.  I told The Mr. that I don't have any clothes to wear. The reality is, I don't know which clothes to wear: winter, spring or summer.
It's enough to tax a person's brain. There's that awful word again: tax. The Mr. and I generally don't procrastinate, but when it comes to paying taxes, we usually wait until the last bell is rung. 
On one of our warmer days this week I found myself standing on the deck surveying the backyard landscape. Birds were flying among the evergreens, obviously looking around at their empty bird feeders.
I spoke with one of our family members in South Dakota, lamenting about my feathered friends having to fend for themselves and the fact that I was feeling a bit guilty about not trudging around in the winter debris to fill their feeders.
She said perhaps I should not only fill the feeders but also knit tiny mufflers to keep their necks warm! People sometimes seem to have flippant attidues about these sorts of things.
Today our neighborhood is buzzing with activity as trees are being replaced, lawns aerated and garages cleaned out. The Mr. and I have learned to wait awhile before getting to excited about planting annuals. The rule of thumb in the Rockies is to wait until after Mother's Day before planting your posies. 
The warmer weather has me envisioning a lush lawn and colorful blooms in my flower beds. Of course, the reality is that there's a lot of work to be done before the yard will look anything like the vision in my head.
The Mr. keeps telling me 'there's no room in the inn' for more flowers, shrubs, trees, etc. that's a taxing issue with me. For me, where there is hope, there is a way to make more room; just one more hole to be dug for one more plant.
Yesterday I was suffering from sore shouldes and a bad hitch in my get-along. My aching back was screaming for me to stop digging and I hadn't even begun to plant one new thing!
You know how it goes. It's called yard maintenance. I had to whack off dead ends and rake dead leaves from flower beds. Plus, the evergreens had to be trimmed.  One thing led to another. But now, all is ready for the new plants that will be purchased to enhance the ones ready to burst into bloom.
Perhaps by the time we get around to paying our taxes this year, our yard will be in great shape. I'm not sure about me, though.  It seems harder each year to get down on the old knees and scratch around in the dirt.  My body screams, but my mind just keeps thinking in terms of early adulthood.
I suppose we could hire someone to do the dirty work, but what the heck, taxing our bodies is just part of the dues we pay for wanting a beautiful lawn and flower beds.