It’s time to plant the garden.
I want to think I’m a gardener, but if the truth be told, I’m not very good at it. A few things propel me… my love for green, and God’s miracles, and wholesome food that is in my back yard.
And then there is the memory of my mother, who year in and year out, not matter where she lived, or how she felt, the time for the garden came. She went to great lengths to have it rototilled, and would search for the best manure, usually chicken in her estimation. And once the soil was prepared, in went the seeds.
She used to tell me that she saved a few dollars of her grocery money every month and with that she budgeted for plants and seeds.
And then miracles happened. And somehow there was a whole garden of produce, and oh, the flowers. Always enough for a big bouquet on Sunday mornings.
So the garden calls, and the call is early this year. It has been so unseasonably warm. The seeds I planted inside in March have NOT done well. I need to invest more time and love with them, I think. So today I bought tomato plants.
There is a time for everything. This is the time to eat local asparagus!! This is the time to dance under the blossoms and savor the beauty of the balsam root daisies on our hillsides, colouring them yellow. It is the time of year to celebrate dandelions (or not) and be thankful there is food for the honey bees.
It is the time of year to revel in tulips and all spring flowers which make me smile.
For us, it is the time to anticipate the birth of our eighth grandchild, and to celebrate two other little birthdays in May.
It is time to plant seeds and water and wait with hope. I do love the spring.
