Ha that title is cracking me up....."what's old is new again....." I opened my car and it smelled like a pizza shop. I reached in and removed the flat box that was sitting on my dashboard. Mmmm! That morning I had filled the box with fresh herb clippings from my garden. 100% organic home grown.
This week’s word. Surrender.
So I have been laying in a bed for a week. Curtains drawn so I can rest. Hernia repair surgery- not laproscopic. Yesterday I was helped outside. I couldn’t have been filled with more joy.
Carefully, I walked barefoot across my meadow (other people might call it a “lawn”). My clover was in full bloom and I didn’t want to be distracted by some pretty flower. Stepping on a bee was not how I wanted to start my day.
Crumbly, rich, moist and warm to the touch. Yep that’s how I like my dirt. Umm. Soil.
Yikes. Now that title really catches a gardener’s attention, huh.
They have started to come in already looking for tomato and pepper plants. I wonder if they admire the daffodils in the flower beds. Or the bright burgundy-red shoots of emerging peonies. Or unfolding Japanese maple foliage….
Well the spring energy is now here. I am sure you can feel it, this surge “to do”. I am completely scattered (more than usual!) and can’t seem to focus on any one task (more than usual!).
So I found myself ever dismayed at today’s forecast. Rain all day, heavy at times, possibly switching over tonight to….snow??!! I had made a long list of things that would be done today, on Wednesday. Now the list sat on the counter, without a single “done” check.
We gardeners are starting to venture outside. We can’t be contained any longer. We must go be with our plants. Some discoveries are less than joy full.