The weather has been crazy beautiful lately. Santa Barbara feels more like summer, than spring— or the way we wish summer felt when all that June gloom fog rolls in. Last week, in the midst of all the Easter prep madness I escaped to the garden. Late afternoon is absolutely my favorite time to work in the dirt (thank you, daylight savings). Spending some solo time planting, harvesting and making trellises was just what I needed. Those of you that have vegetable gardens can attest to the peace of mind that comes from this honest, fruitful work.
“Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.”
—Geoffrey B. Charlesworth