Each year I get an urge.
I feel as though it is an urge to push during labor. You know it is going to be hard, but you absolutely have to do it... and by the time the work really sets in, you are feeling better, energized and like you are really working on something truly amazing.
That is the way planting feels to me. I planted peas, cilantro, and radishes yesterday. I cleaned out a huge chunk of my garden and freed the rest of the rock boarder from the grass pathway. I carried three loads of weeds to the yard waste bin, keeping aside the dandelions for the worm bin I am making.
I found hundreds of little starts. Pushing their heads up and ready to be heard... Fennel, garlic, dahlias.
I found hundreds of flowers... Currents, strawberries, blueberries, and raspberries are all flowering and putting their love out there.
I found transplants... chives, salad brunette, oregano, and raspberries, which need to be put into better use and a better area in the garden. Some will be given away because I just don't have the room.
I finalized the plan for the sunflower house in the corner of the yard.
I started dreaming of a chicken coop in the other corner (which will work well and is well protected) and researching having 5 chicks come to live with us pretty soon.
The spring weather has been wet. Terribly wet. Even as I was dreaming and planting in my garden I was getting rained on. By the time I got back inside the top of Logan's car seat was soaked, as was my back, and my knees and hands.
But I felt more alive than I have in weeks. There is something about it... it is like a direct connection to the Earth. Like the soil comes up and meets me to create. It is a huge part of my life and I am so excited to be started.