I spent several blissful hours in the garden over the last few days. It's been sunny and mild — the perfect weather for a little spring cleaning, especially since I didn't do much any in the fall.  I know the picture above doesn't look like I did much over the weekend, either, but you should've seen it when I got there Saturday morning.

No rush.  Slow and steady wins the race. 

It was nice to be out and gettin' a little down and dirty, anyway.  And I was not alone.  All the die-hards were out as well, and there was a lot of catching up to do. 

I have to say, there is nothing like the feeling I get in the garden.  It's a complex bouquet of emotions, you could say, some happy, some sad.  But it feels more like what life's supposed to feel like.

And to tell you the truth, I got a little overwhelmed with it all yesterday.  I've got a lot of work ahead of me, and this is going to be a busy next couple of months for me work-workwise, too. 


It's probably a good thing the garden next to mine has been taken.  I'd speculated recently about a little land-grab — an idea that my garden Svengali, Michael, planted in my head and I was helpless but to follow through on.  But I can't say I was looking forward to the extra workload. There's evidence our ornery squatter is back, and I'm not sure I have the energy to stage an intervention.  Luckily, it looks like I won't won't have to. 

Turns out the plot will go to a veteran gardener (and former member of the board, natch), who, if the rumors are true — and I hope they are — has a cadre of scantily-clad Latins who do his every bidding.  So the view should be much improved, too.

Spring can never come too soon.