A time I both anticipate gladly and somewhat dread. The weather is decidedly warmer, with even the cold fronts having lost their icy edge, and today my seeds arrived. I am an advocate of later seedstarting. The soils which stay cold, and seeds rotting within, indoor tomatoes struggling in leggy, sappy growth, none of these are my idea of having a jump on the season. That, and the fact that spring means a whole cartload of work for me… I, in good Northern fashion, warm slowly to the seasons demands.
This week I’ll go ahead and plant my seeds for indoor starts, once into it I will chew off some of the chores that are standing in a long queue for me this year. My brain is at work trying to figure out how to
bribe encourage the kids to lend me their youthful strength for some digging, raking, and …dare I hope? pruning.
Time for me to break out the job list for Handyman. He has been on his own all winter… today he replaced the dishwasher. but I still need that greenhouse assembled (Son #1 is coming at the end of the month to help with that. I think… I hope. I just have to be tolerant of their lap dog, Einstein)
I always enjoy gardening once I start, but confessing to you that as this body ages, it is sometimes a worry how I will weather the demands of the hard physical work. Most of it is the transition that it takes for me to mentally embrace a different sort of garden. And a more reasoned approach to parsing out the work in smaller, more frequent spurts of activity, rather than the marathon endurance test of how far the human body can go.
But once the feel of dirt between my fingers, the smell of sweet earth and benediction of the sunshine upon my shoulders…. then I am once again in the thrall of my garden.