I walked the garden yesterday. The sky was blue, the air warm(ish), and the brown ground was golden with sunlight. When I got to my destination at the top of the hill, where I’d planted bulbs last year, I found what I was hoping for: new green.
The snowdrops are pushing up little buds. The crocus and daffodil leaves are emerging.
IT’S HAPPENING. Warmth and growth and green and flowers are on their way!
I only got four hours of sleep last night. My mind raced with garden plans. I could not stop it. On my lunch break, I’d gotten out our measuring tape and walked the garden again. I needed dimensions to draw the beds on graph paper because I want to redo everything. Back inside, I sketched and plotted and tapped the pencil eraser on my chin. I drew and erased, drew and erased. Checked seed catalogs and garden designs on Pinterest. Drew and erased, drew and erased.
I continued to draw and erase long into the night, without a pencil and graph paper, as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep. I finally fell asleep after midnight, and was awake again at 4. My mind immediately went to the garden.
Today will be warm, and I need to be out there digging and cutting and moving plants. I’ll start work early today so I can end early. I need to get in the garden and out of my head.