It’s hard to believe that spring break is over. It’s been a lovely week and a half for us… first a trip to Indiana to visit family, and then home to our annual celebration of spring, Rough-Broglin style… getting the garden beds prepped and ready for another year of yummies, and planting the seeds, some in starter flats and some directly into the garden.
We simply forget through the winter how therapeutic it can be to sift our fingers through the dirt, to smell fresh soil mixed with cow manure and mushroom compost, to imagine the tiny seeds in the palms of our hands growing into a plethora of tomatoes and snap peas and peppers and cinnamon basil. Noah enjoyed weeding the most, pulling out old vines and leaves by the roots and tossing them into the wheel barrel. And Zoe’s most cherished job was to make sure that each of our raised beds had plenty of earthworms and roly poly bugs to nourish the soil.
My favorite part is visualizing what’s happening underneath the surface, and exercising my trust that something will indeed grow.
Because something always does… even if the corn cobs look more like corn balls, or the carrots don’t grow much larger than a quarter, or the zucchini gets bombarded by beetles before we have a chance to harvest them. And sometimes something pops up, and we have no earthly idea of what it is, but we let it grow anyway, simply because it is a splendid shade of green.
What seeds are you planting as the springtime unfolds?
Lean in close.
Smell the birth of new beginnings…
and let your own wildness serve as fertilizer for what’s to come.