Yesterday I had the glorious opportunity to dig in the dirt. The daffodils poked through one of the weed choked garden beds, and the hyacinths inched up, closing in on the yellow sunshine’s heels.
Along with those colorful bulbs, I have a fragrant herb bed. I wish you could breathe in the aroma, thyme, rosemary, oregano and lemon balm scented my work gloves, drifted through the air and settled around me like a spring blanket.
It would be an understatement to say I thoroughly enjoyed my outdoor chore, tennis shoe clad, for the first time since that horrible heel accident last September.
I raked, yanked and trimmed those perennials. Then I dug up, divided and replanted the herb bed. Finally, with Hemingway’s watchful eye, I clipped away the stray branches from our hardy poplar.
Two hours later, I slipped off my shoes and propped up my feet, scanning the newly sculpted landscape from the deck. Oh, it felt good to be in 50 degree weather!
Today, the rain came, and we barely made it into the 40’s, but I can smell spring, on my gloves in the garage, that heady scent intoxicating. I am ready, bring on the time change this weekend, because I know exactly how I will divide my time.
What are you up to as the clock hands point forward this Saturday, bringing incrementally longer days?