My thoughts are consumed with my garden this year. I haven't planted one in two years and this has weighed heavily on my heart.
But this will change. The deer netting will be restrung and the earth will be turned. Seeds will be planted and my hands and heart will remember the healing this soil brings me.
I've always considered gardening my own personal form of therapy, so to have gone for so long without touching the earth, well, it doesn't speak highly of my current mental state. Heh.
All joking aside, though, every morning I look for signs that the ground beneath my feet is warming.
Though the persistent frost still coats everything through late morning, the beautiful red rhubarb tips pushing through the earth are more visible each day.
I am ready. I am anxious to try again.
Beau says he doesn't care which variety of garden pea I plant this year, he's just excited that I'm going to be spending time outside again. Me, too, Beau.