Spring At Last

It’s a beautiful morning. The sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the robins have arrived. I stepped out on my deck to capture this image and was greeted by a chorus of birds welcoming the day (I hear them so much clearer now!). I listened and watched almost a dozen redbreasts, a pretty blue Stellar’s Jay, and the usual crew of noisy crows, flit from place to place.

That pile of dirt in the photo is my new backyard garden-in-progress. Progress on it has been slow the past couple of days because of the weather, but Gerry hopes to wrap it up today. If all goes according to plan, I might be able to toss a few radish seeds in the ground tomorrow.

Once this project wraps up, we’ll head down to the community garden and prepare our plot for planting. There’s not much to do other than raking, tidying up, and planning. When those things are done I’ll sow spinach (I’m not going to try spinach up here because I’d be growing a salad bar for the deer).

In the next day or two, I’ll pull out my seed starting paraphernalia and start tomatoes and peppers. Gerry has pulled the big pots down from where they spent the winter in the garage and has been watering overwintered geraniums and other things in preparation for moving them outside.

It’s spring at last. Hallelujah!


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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