One is never too old to play in the dirt. In fact, as we get older we hone our dirt playing skills into the fine art of gardening where we play with the hands-on wonder of a child. Mounds are palm-sanded to smooth perfection, dirty kneecaps prevail, and colors are chosen like crayons from a fresh box. Yes, playing in the dirt is good for us. Every gardener knows this. And the unspoken truth is that much more than we tend our gardens, our gardens tend to us.
Unfortunately, my body doesn't always support my child-like ambitions and much of spring's garden prep work usually leaves me in a head to toe Thermacare body wrap. But this weekend I was blessed to have two helpers with strong backs to do all my heavy lifting, weeding and mulching. It was the best gift ever!
All that remained was the task of setting the flowers in place.
Having lived in this house for a full year now, the first year plants have secured their roots and have filled in the backdrop. I added daisies, zinnias, and vinca for color pops. In between, coriander has exploded everywhere! Peppers, crepe myrtle, and grapefruit tree seedlings have also been carefully transferred to sun themselves in well fed pots.
You'll have to check back to see what that spider-ish looking thing grows into. I am constantly collecting seeds and chucking them into the winter garden to see what will take root and offer me a spring surprise. I am hoping it is from the seed pods I gathered back home in Connecticut last fall.
LOVE & SOUL TENDING