I am wildly overdue for a gardening post. This is not because I haven’t been gardening. Or, more accurately, this is not because my garden hasn’t been doing things. This is because for some reason I have been more focused on food than on plants whenever I sit down to my computer. I’m not sure if that has some deeper meaning, but I’m going to choose to pretend that it just means I’ve been hungry. Anyway, this is gonna be a long one…
My garden is beautiful this year. Beautiful and wild and green and thriving (with a few notable exceptions) and producing fantastic and sometimes unexpected things. I love it, and I try to go out and commune with it every day. Except lately it’s been raining a lot (perhaps hence the notable exceptions?), and I’ve been tired and getting home late a lot. But most days!
My garden is blooming and no amount of confused weather can convince me that Spring isn’t here. Lately I check on my babies twice a day – I try to sneak out in the morning between tea and breakfast, just to make sure I don’t miss anybody. I can’t wait for Daylight Savings Time to bring me an extra hour to explore in the evenings.
As most people who know me know, I’m truly, madly, deeply in love with my garden. I’m infatuated, enraptured, verging on obsessed. Around this time of year, my standing rule reapplies: I’m unavailable if it’s nice weather – if you need me, you can find me up to my elbows in dirt somewhere in my yard.
This coming Tuesday, March 1st, marks one full year of home and garden ownership. It also marks a full circle of garden photos. As things have begun emerging from the cold ground around my house, I’ve been comparing to the pictures I took last year of these same plants, and remembering blissfully how green and wild and brilliant my playground is about to become.