Daisy gets her butt in gear.
Spring has sprung at the Green Goddess Gardens. No matter what your calendar says, or how much snow is currently outside YOUR front door (sorry Aida), winter is over here in Savannah. Ring the bells! Hooray! Hooray! Okay, fine, so it does still get down to the upper 30s some nights, and we’ll have at least one more good freeze before the warm weather is here for good – BUT –
The robins are back. The trees are budding. Green shoots are breaking out of the earth and reaching for the sun, who climbs higher in the sky and stays longer every day. I have all but abandoned my socks. This is a time of much rejoicing for our heroine Daisy.
And yet…
I spent as much of the winter as I could snuggled in my bed. I read there. I wrote there. I ate there. I made my phone calls there. I watched movies with Little Boy and the Herban Cowboy there. I was, as ol’ Bill Shakespeare would say, a slugabed. It was glorious.
Now that the weather is turning, there is suddenly SO MUCH to do. All the crap I procrastinated all winter is piling up and beginning to laugh at me behind my back. Tree removal. Toilet repair. Little Boy’s haircut. Making skin cream. Fixing bikes. Pruning plants. Cleaning the chicken coop. Oil change.
And that’s just what I’ve been putting off because it was “too cold.” I’ve also got a filthy house, no clean laundry, and an empty refrigerator/freezer. There’s also the spring garden to prepare and plant.
My To Do List has somehow achieved sentience and is trying to kill me. And my winter inertia is making that a very real possibility.
So today Little Boy and I hauled our lazy behinds outside, blinking hard at the bright sunshine. We breathed deep, clear breaths into our dusty lungs. We shook off the winter and got to work, shoveling compost, raking pine straw, and sharing our sandwiches with the chickens.
It does feel good to get moving, though you couldn’t have told me that yesterday. I guess that’s it then. My winter pity party is over, and my butt is officially in gear. Time to stop driving the Herban Cowboy to work and let him ride his bike for the workout. Time to start my morning walks back up. Time to haul Little Boy to the library in the bike trailer. Time to forage for wild greens and herbs. Time to go outside and play.
Meet me out back by Aida’s glider and wear your play clothes.
Roses from the Herban Cowboy, sent backstage when he came to see my play (The Good Body @ Muse Arts Warehouse). Also pictured: seeds for the spring garden!
When summer comes, I'll plant cucumbers here again. This year I'll plant them in these raised cement thingies I found at the dump.
Is it me, or is my compost pile starting to look like the Trash Heap from Fraggle Rock?
Yarrow sprouting through the pine straw outside Little Boy's bedroom.
First veggie bed is ready for compost, mulch, then planting. I'll have to protect this bed from any freezes we still might get.
I need to move that wagon before they figure out how to hop the fence with it and devour the garden.
That is my toe, not a juicy worm Mavis. Back off, bad girl.
Aw. Looked like 5 fat, pink worms to me... --Mavis
Have room for a tent back there? We are going to be in town this weekend to fetch little mans birth certificate for Pre-K. They grow so fast!!! I want to be sure and see you guys!!!!