The smell of green grass in cool spring evenings makes me think, just for a moment, that everything is right in the world.
Sure I know this is not true. But there is something about the first signs of garden life that make life feel more meaningful.
Last night I went over to my garden at my sister's house to save my spinach from this tricky, ground covering weed. I hate weeding, but even that was rejuvenating to my soul.
That feeling will not last. I guarantee it. After all, who wants to weed the garden in July? No one. That's who. Yet, it was so wonderful to finally get out into the dirt - after all these weeks of waiting. Sure, there is still more waiting to come. But last night I got of a taste of it - of spring, of gardens, of perfection.
This might be my favorite time of the year - the sinking sun, the cool evening air, silent strolls and green pushing it's way up to the sky.
|My latest spring crush - my sweet pepper plants! My first summer crop planting... and also my first time planting peppers.|
|The season of the dandelions|
|My potato plant part!|
|What up, sweet pea!|
|This is where I dumped the lettuce seeds... oops|
|If I am lucky, this spinach might be ready tomorrow!|
|My pepper crushes' credentials|
|You know those heirloom tomato seeds my dad sent me? Well I finally transferred the survivors into larger pots. More wiggle room.|
|Tomatoes in Twlight|
|Spring evenings at home|
|Peaceful walks in the Arboretum|