Inspiration can be found in the simplest of things.
It is still March, but it feels as though spring has been here in the Northeast for a month, if not more. My flowers have been in full bloom, just as the demeanor of the people I see riding bicycles and strolling with their dogs after work.
It’s hard to feel anything other than refreshed, when it comes to seeing the color sprouting from the ground. We’ve started to get our garden boxes ready and it’s only a matter of time before the unusual and potent scent of a tomato vine permeates my callused summer gardening hands.
My husband works so hard on the garden. I’m sure he feels I do also, but he is really dedicated. Maybe it is the Iowa farmer mentality. Either way, I find myself very lucky to share a life and home with someone who takes simplicity and hard work seriously, but also has the spirit to make everything we do fun. We aerated one of the garden boxes yesterday and picked out any grubby insects we found along the way. We are determined to have a healthy showing of produce this year. There is also an amazing amount of untapped gardening humor we discovered, as we laughed and combed through the dirt.
So spring is amongst us and the days will grow longer. It won’t be long before the heat and humidity confines us to the one room that has air condition. But it is too soon to think of that (I hope), so for now we will open the windows and let some much needed fresh air in, as I clutch my Benadryl bottle. I will also start stretching and training so I don’t have a daily stumble over the rabbit fence around our garden all summer. It’s starting to get embarrassing. Such a klutz.