It really is here. Spring.
Jewel-like colors in the garden, no jacket needed, and I linger outside until dark drives me in.
I transplant, move dirt, mow, pull weeds, plant seeds, and water.
I admire, observe, and dream about what could be.
Daffodils are going by but lilacs and apple blossoms are coming.
Picking kale and chives, planting spinach, peas are up but need rain.
Watching for bird and hornet nests: former are welcome, latter not so much.
Rain tomorrow? A good time to plant green beans, beets, carrots, and zinnias.
Jewel-like colors in the garden, no jacket needed, and I linger outside until dark drives me in.
I transplant, move dirt, mow, pull weeds, plant seeds, and water.
I admire, observe, and dream about what could be.
Daffodils are going by but lilacs and apple blossoms are coming.
Picking kale and chives, planting spinach, peas are up but need rain.
Watching for bird and hornet nests: former are welcome, latter not so much.
Rain tomorrow? A good time to plant green beans, beets, carrots, and zinnias.
