In the garden

I am in the garden and life is good.

For me, it’s not spring until I’m weeding and today I pulled my first weeds.

I had already raked out the garden beds and toted trash cans full of leaves to the compost pile. But today, a few hours after it stopped raining, I got out my kneeling pad and started really cleaning up the front garden. This is slow work and I don’t mind that at all. If gardening has taught me anything, it is patience. And that’s something that has always been in short supply for me.

But no matter how you hurry, a garden sets its own pace. Bulbs come up when bulbs are ready to come up. Plants green up when they get enough heat and rain. And weeds, well weeds will grow just about anytime and anywhere.

But that’s OK in the spring because there is nothing I want to do more than to work in the garden.

With each weed I pull, the garden gets healthier and looks better. And weeding allows me a close up look at tiny green shoots I would never notice without bending down.

I know I will weary of weed pulling, but I think that weariness is weeks away. I anxiously waited through too many cold, snowy days to regret any of the time spent on my knees with my garden-gloved hands in the soil, tugging at quack grass. With each clump of weeds dispatched, the garden grows more toward my wintertime dreams of it.

The garden still has much to teach me. I am, as always, the impatient gardener. If strength of will could force a daffodil up and out of the ground, then my boulevard would be in full bloom right now.

Alas, it is not so.  I must settle for the tiny blue Siberian squill that pushed up through mulch to remind me that blues are just as lovely as any other color in a springtime garden.

The lilacs are in bud, the tulip leaves are unfolding, and the creeping phlox is greening up.

I am in the garden and life is good.



Raking in spring

Today, on the 11th day of April, Spring worked it’s way from the garden into the house.

There are dried leaves scattered from kitchen to living room and beyond because I’ve been cleaning up garden beds and the leaves have been accompanying me back into the house.

And for the first time in months it’s actually warmer outside than it is inside my house. It is 66 degrees outside and 61 degrees inside my house, up from the 57 degrees I had it turned down to overnight. If the forecast wasn’t so chilly for next week, I would turn off the furnace completely. Alas, there are some freezing overnight temps predicted so the furnace doesn’t get to take a break yet.

What is truly great about this spring is that I am not sitting in an office chained to a telephone and computer while spring breezes dance their way through 60 degree days. Now, I’m out there dancing in the breeze with my rake and it feels mighty good.

Even with these endless days of Spring set forth before me, I figure it will never be enough time to do everything I want to do while in the presence of Spring. Still, I feel less guilty when I take a break from the rake to read a chapter in the latest J.D. Robb crime puzzler. Spring will still be here tomorrow and so will I.

So happy Spring, people, especially to the gardeners among you.  I’ve got dirt under my fingernails, leaves in the living room, and all is right with the world.