As a general rule, I make it to Easter before the urge to dig a hole and plant a seed somewhere becomes impossible to resist.
Not this year. With 80 degree days hitting in early March, the trees blooming, the grass growing and the wheat beginning to wave in the wind, it's time.
My kids always make fun of me at this time of year when they say the "farm kid" in Mom sure comes out. But my little grandson, Lewis, got right with the program Sunday when he saw Grandma with the shovel and the…