There it is on my counter. Traveled from Michigan to me. My little box full of seeds. I look at it when I come home and smile. Kinda like a candy bar that is the best of chocolates; yes, you just wanna tear into it, but you know that it is soooo special that it gets it's very own day. A celebration in a sense.
C'mon, we all have our thing. Maybe a favorite team, store, yearly ritual that we just hold sacred in our little world. This folks, is mine. I have laid on the floor on my belly drawing diagrams of how my flower beds and gardens will look. Each sqwiggly line and mini-cloud drawing signifies the place where each plant will grow and strive. Raised beds is my new fancy. I want a red one, orange one, yellow and green one. My neighbors will either smile or put up privacy fence! A Romper Room in my back yard...only for my garden.
Thoughts distract me through the day of how I will fight and win every battle I'm faced with when it comes to those gigantic slugs. If I put bait for them in the basement, will that work this year? Those slimy suckers drank beer like they were my college roommates. (For those of you that may not know this...slugs love beer and beer kills slugs ;) Not this year boys...no, Heather will get you before you chomp her tender little seedlings. I hate them for that. I do hold sludge grudges!
They bloom, vine, twist, sprout, shout with green in the rain and I simply can't wait! There's black-eyed susan, foxglove, lavender, rosemary, impatients, tomatoes, peppers, gourds and a variety of sunflowers (Oh, I love sunflowers!)....to name a few.
So Sunday I will open my little box of seeds, warm my soil mixture just for delicate seeds to grow in and tenderly plant each seed. I will talk to them and wait for them to lift their little heads out of the dirt. I'll smile like a new mommy...cause Spring will be here!
So don't let that snow and cold make you blue...cookouts and lemonade are coming!
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