It always amazes me when the calendar says it is spring, and the reality is it is still winter.
I heard laughter this morning, looked outside and there was my granddaughter sledding on our family made hill. She was getting quite the ride because the snow was crusty.
And, on the other side of the hill my grandson was shooting baskets in the driveway. This was a perfect example of spring and winter doing their yearly dance to see who was leading. At this point, winter-1, spring-0.
While we wait for the snow to melt, the sap is flowing, and we’ll still need to go through mud season to get to gardening season. That sure seems like a long time until I see something green again.
In the meantime, the shop lights will come down from the attic, the rolling shelf will be moved into place, the cover wrapped around it, and the seeds will start their journey to life.
Planting seeds is good for the garden as well as the soul. Let’s face it, there is nothing more fun than watching seeds grow into seedlings then mature into plants that produce a harvest of fresh vegetables or beautiful flowers.
Regardless of the season, I’m a gardener.
I love the smell of soil and compost, dirt under my nails, wet spots on my knees, cap on my head, and gardening shoes that are a disgrace but comfortable. Ah, gardening season – I can hardly wait.