The crocuses are
blooming!
The daffodils
are poking out little green leaves.
So today I put
on some shoes I haven’t worn since last fall
and went forth to dig in the
garden. I savored this chore
even more after remembering how a year ago at this time
I was recovering from surgery and spending my time watching
airplanes fly by my bedroom window.
even more after remembering how a year ago at this time
I was recovering from surgery and spending my time watching
airplanes fly by my bedroom window.
It took most of
the afternoon to clear the dead leaves and debris
so the baby tulips and other
perennials could feel the sun.
My favorite
gloves aren’t going to make it through another season. This means another trip to the farm and ranch
store. Darn. (heh heh). Maybe while I’m shopping I’ll check to see if
there are bunnies and baby turkeys added to the cages full of baby chicks and
ducks.
After hauling
four or five wheelbarrow loads of stuff to the compost heap I went in the
house, took off my garden shoes and, for the first time since last fall, I put
on sandals. I also discovered I had sticks in my hair and a ladybug down my
neck.
I took the
ladybug back outside and then returned to the house
to make pies for Sunday
dinner.