Today I stepped outside and drew in a long lingering breath. Something in the air has changed.
The air, still crisp, smells just a little sweeter and the sun streaming through the glass door comes in at a slightly different angle.
The air, still crisp, smells just a little sweeter and the sun streaming through the glass door comes in at a slightly different angle.
Spring is trying to round the long curves of winter and burst through to the finish line.
My eyes skim the horizon and I see the faintest hint of green tipping the wispy edges of the willow tree. It won’t be long now.
My eyes skim the horizon and I see the faintest hint of green tipping the wispy edges of the willow tree. It won’t be long now.
I can open the shed doors and sharpen the Felco pruners. I’ll take stock of my mulches, mosses,
pre-emergent and fertilizers.
pre-emergent and fertilizers.
This year I will track my love of gardening in a simple journal given to me by my daughter. Kate,
Lace and I will embark on a journey to caress spring, knowing that if we do, she will embrace us as She always does. Would you like to come along?
Lace and I will embark on a journey to caress spring, knowing that if we do, she will embrace us as She always does. Would you like to come along?
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