I know, deep down, there will be a time soon, probably on a 100 degree day in August, when I will look around my dry dusty and dead yard and wonder where my energy went. I will question my sanity when I committed acts of prolific planting way back at the end of May as I struggle to clear out burned and neglected plant debris
Right now though I enjoy the warming dirt in my hands, the young shoots being planted, and am fed with the hopes of summer blooms. I add an herb here and there, a few onions. After all we can't live on the beautyalone, must have radishes.
The sweat feels good after a cold wet winter. The pull of muscles promise to provide me with a sensory talisman in the next few days. Its ok, better to garden and ache than to not garden at all.
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