Spring is in the air. Spring holds promise. Lovers are holding hands and wedding plans abound. The birds are chirping with the hummingbirds fighting over the hummingbird food. Zig zagging through the air trying to maintain dominance over the feeder. The grass is finally turning green and my son, Michael, is counting the weeks till the end of semester at college.
However, spring to me means my garden and the anticipated promise of a great crop. My starter plants are ready to go in the ground. The fun of going to the nursery to buy other plants, garden soil, and any tools I might think I need (okay, want).
I love the process of digging a hole, planting the seed, watering and feeding. The result? Fruit and vegetables begin to form and glisten in the morning dew just waiting for the day I pick them and put them on my plate. From corn, peppers, onions to tomatoes, strawberries, and watermelon. I can’t wait.
Funny how I love to garden when I am a known germaphobe. Actually, I’m a lot better than I used to be, as I don’t sanitize the whole house everyday. Just every other day (kidding!). So, for me to get on my hands and knees to plant and take care of my garden is incredible. How much I love doing it is even more remarkable.
Right now, it is drizzling and about 60 degrees outside. It is beautiful weather for my garden. Everything is starting to sprout and is green, with some of the plants forming tiny little buds on them. It’s easy to take care of my garden right now, this minute. In about a week or so I will not feel like this. So happy, carefree and content.
Summer is coming. Oh, boy, summer is coming sooner rather than later.
Texas summers are not fun when it comes to the garden. Trying to keep my plants alive from drought, bugs, and me not wanting to sweat 20 pounds off by trying to feed my plants. How I dislike dragging out the hose to water. Weeding is time consuming with not only taking out the weeds and wiping the sweat out of my eyes, but getting that glorious dirt all over my face.
Then there are the fire ants. Those little buggers will come out of nowhere. One minute you are happily pulling out weeds and then next minute you are running around the yard trying to yank off your shirt. Something I’m sure the neighbors have found amusing.
Ah, but for now I will just sit on my back porch and look at my hard work paying off. Right now, this very minute, I’m enjoying green lushness of my garden with the anticipated bounty of my labor.