
It isn't glamorous. Or pretty. It doesn't lead to quick rewards, or notoriety, or fabulous riches. It'll leave you, more than likely, with a few twingy muscles and some overly-intimate dirt. But when the times comes, every year, to get back into the garden, I can't resist welcoming it back.

I dig so fervently I pull muscles, (unaccustomed to doing anything more strenuous than drinking wine by the fire, all winter) I rejoice a little in my soft, clean hands getting a little toughed up. It's the time! The best time. When spring is entirely still to be had, still ahead, and you haven't missed anything, not even the first fading crocus.
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What have enjoyed 60's temps this week! It's so nice, but next week is back to the 40's :-(.
Same here! I'm trying to look on the bright side-- hey, that means soup! And cozy flannel! And the continuation of stockings-season! Maybe I'm trying too hard. :)
We have no garden in our current flat, so spring comes in the form of two widowboxes full of herbs. It's a big change from a garden n when we grew potatoes, green beans and raspberries!
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