A true gardener would never pretend that gardening is all pleasure, or that it always prompts reflection.
But she might claim that in the garden she has tasted Paradise.
Vigen Guroian, The Fragrance of God
I spend a pleasant morning in the garden tucking seeds into the soil and dreaming. A fellow gardener gives me a four-pack of Drunken Woman lettuce starts. It’s my favourite leaf lettuce and I couldn’t find any seeds this year—it’s a special gift.
When I’m finished playing in the dirt I stand in the moment watering newly planted rows of Swiss chard, beets, carrots, salad turnips, and green onions; and shoots,of peas, radishes, spinach, and kale.
Simple happy.
# # #
The photo today is one I shot yesterday of the lilacs. Not quite in the state they were a couple of years ago at this time, but coming along.
You said it—gardening equals happiness! That’s why I am happiest in spring. Playing in the dirt has its joys!