I’m not sure if it’s the sun exposure, soil or a sprinkling of pixie dust, but my new garden is growing like gangbusters.
Spring has come to my garden. All of the plants and flowers are slowly stretching their leaves and tendrils up from their beds to greet the morning sunshine. In fact, due to an usually warm February, I am even getting some flowers now that normally don’t bloom until fall. The garden doesn’t care that it’s not March 21st, or that our clocks haven’t yet been set forward an hour. The truth is, It’s not a date or a time, it’s a feeling, and there is definitely that something fresh and hopeful in the air that tells us that it is, indeed, spring.