I have no idea about the temperature – I suspect we are in the high teens or low twenties. Yesterday evening we had a dump truck load of rather lovely topsoil delivered and Simon began the process of filling the beds.
Today, while Simon is working for Sheila, I filled the rest of the beds (oh my aching back!). And while it’s kind of humdrum work, so to speak, it’s lovely because it’s gardening. And it’s playing in the dirt in the warm sun and the dogs were out tanning and chewing on bones and it was crazy peaceful. Birds were singing – things were growing. I could see the garden taking shape and in my mind’s eye, I could see it filled with veggies and flowers.
A garden is a beautiful thing.
On Sunday we are getting our seeds and then early next week, we can start the first veggies like spinach and peas and lettuce.
I wish I was also writing but the muse has vacated the premises. Gone. Perhaps she’ll come back in the fall?
For now, sun, summer, hiking, backpacking, gardening – and not thinking about much else.
At least – trying not to think about much else.