New Garden

Being Domestic, keeping the house ready for someone to visit, is not something that I sustain very long - usually just at Christmas, or two or three days before I expect my daughters to visit.

The rest of the time my hobbies rate higher in priority - the morning walk with the dogs, riding my bicycle, reading, writing, gardening.

Today I worked the half of the garden that wasnt' frozen. I am blessed with a dark, rich, loam in this yard, that I can dig when it is still wet. You can grab a chunk of it and squeeze it between your fingers, and it just crumbles apart. I recall doing that to soil from other gardens would make a ball hard enough to break a window with.

I left my hat off while I worked in the garden, to soak up as much of the warmth of what seemed like a spring day as possible. The sun heated my head about the same as it does those large stones down by the rivers. (and both have about the same amount of hair on them)

It was a good day. I didn't worry about where I am headed, didn't think about the past more than usual, just enjoyed that sun and digging deep with my spade, preparing for a new season's garden.

What could be more hopeful than that?