Same Time Next Spring

Here are the firsts:


First time the feeder is filled



First shoots

First robin.

For weeks I stood anxiously at the window thinking-- can't wait to get out in the garden. Hurry up and melt, damned snow.

Finally the snow melts and I slog outside.

I'm glued ankle-deep in mud, thrilled just to be out there and, slowly, very slowly realization sinks in.

Oh.my.god. There's a lot of work to do here. Why didn't I do that final weeding in the fall? What was I thinking?

Never mind--there's whole wonderful summer to get things in order.