Each year as winter drags on
I get anxious to get into my garden.
The early spring of the past few years
Have tempted me out earlier and earlier.
Yet mid-March hits and I’m all ready feeling behind,
As I look out my kitchen window
I see the roses that leafed out so quickly
I didn’t get them cut back.
There’s a tomato plant or two that never got pulled
And on and on
I used to do massive weekend long times of spring clean up
Lately I’m taking it in smaller doses
An hour here
An hour there
Not expecting to wipe it out in a day.
This seems to be a necessity
An acknowledgment of more sand at the bottom of the hour-glass
Than the top!
But honestly, I like it.
It’s taken me awhile to get there
But I like it.
It gives me time to notice the little things.
The lettuce seed that blew onto the patio
Last fall as I planted lettuce in my pots.
The row of tiny grape hyacinths
Standing at attention
Having their moment
Before the tulips overwhelm them.
Larkspur popping up everywhere
Before it consumes my garden
With a river of purple blooms
The buds of the Japanese Tree Peony
Pregnant with possibility
And the bees
Busy drinking from the Cherry tree
In full bloom.
Sure there’s lots of cutting back
Shredded leaves to pull up
And some weeds here and there.
But this year
Each time I step into my garden
I think I’ll take this lesson from early spring
And look for the little things.
Because after all
That is what life is made of.
Welcome back to my garden,
One response to “IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS”
My desire to garden is there, but with a few feet of snow covering everything, I can’t even pick up the downed sticks. 🙂 I love your wording of “more sand at the bottom of the hour-glass.” I may need to borrow that. 🙂 I use to work 6-8 hours a day in the spring, now I feel really productive with 3-4. 🙂