I have been feeling so alive lately. Blood pumping through my legs, air in my lungs on long Sunday morning runs. Sunshine on my skin as I help take the bikes and ride on toys out of storage. And the visual stimulus of so many tiny green buds on my countertop as I watch chickadees land at our bird feeder. Ah, Spring. I am happily enraptured by Mother Nature's fickle mood swings. Bring on the upswing of her manic depressive season!
The girls helped plant our seeds with much more patience and care than I thought them capable. For flowers, we planted heirloom Marigolds, Black-eyed Susans, Moonflowers and Butterfly Weed. For vegetables, we planted two kinds of basil, parsley, sage, spinach, three kinds of tomatoes, all heirloom. I also started some sweet potato sprouts. I'm hopeful that the plants that rested in the garden over winter will turn out okay: raspberries, strawberries, blueberries, chives, garlic and lavender. I love gardening. All the life metaphors about it are true. There is such joy in creating, watching something grow, succumbing to the fates and harvesting our plants as a family.