Spring Has Sprung
April 10, 2006
Spring is my favorite season. It is the time when I plan my gardens, and flowers, and landscaping and I actually manage to convince myself that this year I will take care of the flowers and not let them wither and die by the first of August. This is on my forty before forty list, so maybe this year will be the year, she says enthusiastically!
It’s the time of year when I long to do something creative outside and get dirt under my finger nails. My mouth waters thinking of the juicy tomato salad I’ll make from my own home grown tomatoes, and the balsamic and basil vinaigrette that I’ll make from basil grown in my herb garden. This year, I tell myself, I will not allow my herb garden to be overtaken by weeds to the point where I stand there, scratching my head, clueless until I am finally forced to pull everything out of the ground and toss it away into the compost pile.
The reality is that most of the tomatoes will be picked by grimy little hands when they are green, hard and golf ball size and I will have to put them on my windowsill to turn red, or mold die, which ever comes first.
I like to imagine myself as one of those women who has a beautiful garden, cans fresh produce, and walks around the yard with those cute garden clogs and gloves, snipping here and there. The reality is that I don’t really like getting dirty and I have never canned a thing in my life. I do covet those cute garden clogs, but I’d feel like a complete poser if I were to wear them around my yard. As well as feeling exceedingly guilty for all the dead plants and flowers in my yard.
I don’t even mind cleaning this time of year. I love opening the windows and shaking out the rugs. I have already cleaned both my front and back porches. I have already scraped some of the siding where the paint was peeling in anticipation of repainting and residing small portions of the house this summer.
So, uh, where was I going with all of this? I have no idea.
But we did take a walk to the library today. On of the things that I love about the town we live in is it’s Norman Rockwell like appearance with stone walls, tree lined streets, and old white picket fences.
If you want to see pictures of my kids on top of every stone wall we encounter, go here:
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