Hands In The Dirt On A Cold Spring Day
Sunshine, 38 degrees and the north wind whipping; doesn't it make you want to head out to the garden or flower bed? For those of us who find peace and solace with our hands in the dirt, there is only one answer - yes!
This morning I was on a mission to retrieve the tool to grill some fresh Haddock for dinner. What started out as a trip to the gardening shed turned into two hours of immersing myself in the garden and flower bed.
I have been looking out over the last several weeks, through the cold and spring snow, going over scenarios in my mind of what changes I want to make. So much that had been there for many years was removed last fall to make room for something new and fresh.
Since the chives and garlic had broken through and raised themselves to the sun, I was unable to hold back any longer, so I grabbed some tools and got to work. With pitchfork and shovel I finally freed the roots of the old, woody oregano, leaving a fresh space for the new plant to take its place in late May or early June.
My flower bed had little left; a rose bush, chives, garlic chives and a couple of snow in summer. Unfortunately the snow in summer looked like roads had been burrowed through them. Apparently the moles have arrived and they tore through them making their own super highway. They too are now a thing of the past; although, like the oregano, I'm sure I'll be pulling roots throughout the season as they pop up.
Despite the cool temperature and wind, I wasn't cold for long. Once I was fully involved the wind felt like a refreshing breeze, and the sunshine warmed my bones. It was such a good feeling to dig into the soil and breathe in the fresh air; invigorating to do some physical activity outdoors. Rewarding to see what has been accomplished so early in the spring.
And now I must wait. Until planting season arrives, I will make (and remake) my list as I envision the beauty of my garden and flower bed. Searching online and visiting the local garden center to ensure I pick exactly the right plants. It will be difficult to contain the anticipation and excitement of what's to come.
This morning I was on a mission to retrieve the tool to grill some fresh Haddock for dinner. What started out as a trip to the gardening shed turned into two hours of immersing myself in the garden and flower bed.
I have been looking out over the last several weeks, through the cold and spring snow, going over scenarios in my mind of what changes I want to make. So much that had been there for many years was removed last fall to make room for something new and fresh.
Since the chives and garlic had broken through and raised themselves to the sun, I was unable to hold back any longer, so I grabbed some tools and got to work. With pitchfork and shovel I finally freed the roots of the old, woody oregano, leaving a fresh space for the new plant to take its place in late May or early June.
My flower bed had little left; a rose bush, chives, garlic chives and a couple of snow in summer. Unfortunately the snow in summer looked like roads had been burrowed through them. Apparently the moles have arrived and they tore through them making their own super highway. They too are now a thing of the past; although, like the oregano, I'm sure I'll be pulling roots throughout the season as they pop up.
Despite the cool temperature and wind, I wasn't cold for long. Once I was fully involved the wind felt like a refreshing breeze, and the sunshine warmed my bones. It was such a good feeling to dig into the soil and breathe in the fresh air; invigorating to do some physical activity outdoors. Rewarding to see what has been accomplished so early in the spring.
And now I must wait. Until planting season arrives, I will make (and remake) my list as I envision the beauty of my garden and flower bed. Searching online and visiting the local garden center to ensure I pick exactly the right plants. It will be difficult to contain the anticipation and excitement of what's to come.
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