Last winter . . . when the temperatures were sub-zero day after day (after day) and the snow just kept falling and piling up, I dreamed of gardening away an entire weekend.
Last winter, thoughts of . . .
and more weeding . . .
fed my soul. In a very bleak time.
When the ground was covered with snow and ice - back when I could barely recall that there was grass under there - I thought of . . .
and the smell of freshly-turned soil . . .
and it would make smile. And gave me hope.
This weekend, I gardened in my own yard . . . and I gardened in my Mom's yard. We dug and planted and weeded and mulched. We brought our winter-schemes to life. And it felt really good.
You know what's interesting, though?
I spent the entire weekend gardening. And I never once - not even once - dreamed about winter!
* Tom says he doesn't garden. But he has done every bit of work in this new corner garden! (I just buy the plants and tell him where to plant them.) This is totally Tom's garden.