I have waxed rhapsodic about an Appalachian spring many times. I won’t bore us by doing it again. However, suffice it to say that I’m glorying in today’s weather and trying to create order in what passes for my yard.
Last year was the Great Garden Palooza of 2013. HMOKeefe was mighty sick and I took off work to be here with him. He slept a lot and during his naps I started two big garden projects: leveling the back yard and creating a kitchen door garden. He worsened and died before either project was finished, but he was excited about what I was doing. He would sit on the daybed by the bay window and watch me move retaining blocks, dirt and mulch.
There was no need to go to the gym last year. I moved enough wheelbarrow loads of stuff to surpass any gym workout. Unfortunately, I need to move as many as I did last year plus a few dozen more. I’m finding it hard to motivate. Instead, I sit in the lawn chair with the warm sun on my face and fantasize about how great the yard is going to look when I’m done with it.
I have a plaque that looks like a rock with the words it takes a long time to grow an old friend engraved on it. It’s really going to take a long time if I don’t get out of this lawn chair and get moving. Never mind that the house is also a mess and my to-do list is in volumes. . .
While I won’t wax rhapsodic about spring, let me just say that after the polar vortex, record cold and snow, and a generally sucky winter, I need this spring. I need this warm sun on my face and I need the soft, new grass curling around my bare feet. I need it all so much that in addition to finishing last year’s projects, I’m committed to restoring the front garden to its former glory. Yes, I’ve said this before. Yes, yes, I know. . . but really, I’m going to do it. Just as soon as I get out of this lawn chair.