It was the way the sun fell in spasms on the back lawn that lured me into the garden. The way the sunlight hit the chicken run like a supreme thing that made me untie my apron strings and discard the call of household duties. I felt Spring was in the air as I stood in the yard and listened to the loud and joyous cackling or whatever from the hens. I looked in the coop to discover four eggs. I guess sunlight can do that. Triumphant I planned to bake a cake.
There is much work to be done in the garden. Three quarters of an acre might sound small but it is not when every corner of it calls for attention. Yellow grass wraps itself around the trees. The rose bushes some of them dead call for a pruning. Pots full of soil cry out to be emptied and washed down of the green grime that crawls on the terracotta like a cancer. Everything in the garden wants me.
I begin slowly. Nothing is achieved in haste. I pull out the dead growth from the pots first and dig out the old soil ingrained in roots and pointless growth. It proves satisfactory. I like the idea of disposing of that which is pointless to resolve a new beginning. I dig around the trees careful not to dislodge the new daffodils eager to blossom and shine. I pull at the yellow grass and it comes away wispy and agreeable to my hand. The sun warms me through my sweater and Small Dog edges closer anxious to be a part of the activity. She enjoys this time. Our company. The silent companionable rooting and sniffing of the garden that reawakens with the season. We are a team and we work until late after lunch. A small dent in the garden shows but there is much to be done and oh I had a clothes line full of dry clothes and I never got to bake the cake but some things can wait. Who knows it will probably be raining tomorrow.