I planted peas, kale, spinach, and broccoli on Friday, and that felt so good I spent Saturday afternoon planting potatoes.
(Potatoes which I carried home from the post office that very morning.)
That felt pretty good, too. I love this time of year-- the promise in the bare dirt, the promises you make to the plants, yes I will weed you, yes I will water you, yes I will care for and nurture you... It's like marriage, a little bit.
Coming out this morning to see my 24 newly planted broccoli seedlings showing traces of sun-scald, I reminded myself again what it means to be present, to nurture and protect. I scurried inside for 24 wide-mouth mason jars, and improvised cloches to shield my charges from sun and wind.
I'm trying to keep myself here, focused on early springtime, and not think too far ahead.