I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.
Ruth Stout
The soil has been turned and the garlic uncovered. I stand alone in the garden as Gerry pushes the wheelbarrow back to its place by the shed, a little red-haired girl his giggling passenger.
i survey the space, considering what will go where this year, arranging and rearranging tomato cages, content in the quiet moment. I love it here. I love it best when I can work in solitude with my hands in the earth and my mind on the truth that the garden teaches me again and again.
Soon.
For now, a laughing granddaughter is running toward me and a husband is asking if I’ve seen his sweater. Work done for today, we three turn and head toward the car. He whispers to me: iced capp?
Yes, I agree.
We head to Tim Hortons for the first ones of the season: iced cappuccinos for us and a berry smoothie for our granddaughter—and a small box of Tim Bits just because she asked.
It is spring. And it is well.
I’m especially loving your beautiful tulip photos, because the tulips for sale in our store this year are rather puny looking. I turned some dirt in the garden this weekend, too.
Disappointing about the lacklustre tulip selection. Perhaps, now that gardening season has started, there will be some in gardens to enjoy. Happy spring, Karen.
I love the optimistic tone here … happy times for 3 earth-walkers, soil-turners too.
I think we appreciate spring all the more after a long winter like we had this year. Certainly I celebrate the change of seasons here with more gusto than when we lived in WA.