The east coast was slammed with a blizzard the day after Christmas. The ground in my soon-to-be garden is frozen solid. C’mon spring, thaw that compost. This girl needs to garden.
How important it is in day-to-day living not to become disconnected from what pushes your buzzer. Some need to cook to enjoy good food, others need a linen table cloth. I need well-dug soil and a plant or handful of seeds to give my life meaning, and since arriving in PA to take up my job with Rodale I have been offline in garden terms. It was becoming rather a trial to read about other people’s garden joys, to go to the test garden and watch Doug and Therese work (they did a grand job! Most inspiring.) But I need my own row to hoe. And isn’t that just like life anyhow? We make it hard, we make it easy, but as long as we make it our own, we’re good to go. So I anticipate with happiness NOT leaning on someone else’s garden fence, kibbutzing. But doing my own thing in my garden, sun on my back, seed in my hand. At last. It’s been too long.