Spring in the air

With the days becoming warmer, I suddenly remembered the bulbs I purchased at Lowe's a few months ago. I'm hoping it's not too late to get them in the ground. Why is it that in the cold, winter months we dream of the wonderful gardens we will plant come the warmer months, and then we think of every excuse why we can't drag ourselves out to get the ground worked, the seeds, plants, bulbs, etc., planted.
I'm hoping it's a temporary mental block, and that my energy will surge with the warming weather. But maybe it's a battle of wills, my desire to be out digging and planting, versus my winter stiffened bones screaming, "noooooo."
Also arriving with the spring weather, are the birds. Birds intent on destroying my house to convert my attic into condos. I have two yellowhammers who are telepathic. They can sense when I pick up my pellet gun and ease the door open. Before I can even get out the door, I hear their large wings flapping, and their distinct skreeking, as they sail safely out of range. My large Lab encourages me to trek after them, assuring me we might be able to sneak up on one. I've got news for him. If they can hear me pick up my gun inside my house, and the stealthy turn of the door handle, we wouldn't stand a chance on catching one sitting in a tree and looking the other way.
So I resolve, today is the day I venture into the yard, shovel in hand, and start my yearly ritual of spading the good earth to prepare it for the plants that will  bring summer treats to my table and sharing with dear friends.