So I have been laying in a bed for a week. Curtains drawn so I can rest. Hernia repair surgery- not laproscopic. Yesterday I was helped outside. I couldn't have been filled with more joy.
Carefully, I walked barefoot across my meadow (other people might call it a "lawn"). My clover was in full bloom and I didn't want to be distracted by some pretty flower. Stepping on a bee was not how I wanted to start my day.
Crumbly, rich, moist and warm to the touch. Yep that's how I like my dirt. Umm. Soil.
Yikes. Now that title really catches a gardener's attention, huh.
They have started to come in already looking for tomato and pepper plants. I wonder if they admire the daffodils in the flower beds. Or the bright burgundy-red shoots of emerging peonies. Or unfolding Japanese maple foliage....