Okay, so the title may be a little premature, but it sure feels like spring here in the southern Appalachian Mountains. It felt enough like it this weekend to pry me away from my computer and get me out in the yard, cleaning up the mess left from last fall. I know some people are thinking that sounds like a lot of work, and it is. I love gardening, flowers and vegetables, but by the end of the season I’m tired of it and just leave the debris for mulch. I picked up and piled brush, cleaned off the iris beds, and cleaned off the “For the love of God, why won’t you just die?” bed that has the plants that I really didn’t think through when I planted them. I don’t have the heart to just pull them up and toss them in the compost pile, so I just hope they’ll die. No luck so far.
I found the first crocus Friday, and the first daffodil. There are at least three little bright red shoots coming up that will grow into my beloved peonies. On the slope behind the house is a single yellow crocus. I have no idea how it got there, but it will be moved to a better spot later in the spring. I saved two praying mantis egg cases, putting them in a sheltered spot where they can hatch later. The tulips and hyacinths have flower buds hiding in the foliage, just waiting for warmer weather.
Gardening soothes me. The computer and the phone are inside, with their temptations to just write a few words, edit a few pictures, see what’s happening on Facebook. It’s just me, on hands and knees, digging in the dirt. My mind is free to go where it will, and my characters can talk to their hearts’ content. By the time I’m done, they’ve usually composed themselves into something that I can put on paper, so to speak. I come back to my computer centered, knowing what I want to say, instead of just staring at the screen trying to make sense of the voices in my head.
Spring isn’t here…yet. But it is just around the corner, with all its promises of new life, new words, and new adventures. I can hardly wait!