Things are growing in our yard. We haven’t planted much yet, but there’s something bewitching about the sugar snap peas threading their way up the fence, and our strawberries emerged from hibernation looking perky and alert. A handful of pansies, a rosemary plant, spinach and beets in tiny-leafed infancy: little shoots of things are everywhere, and their exuberance is magnetic. I cannot stay away from the garden.
When transplanting flowers yesterday, I stirred up the soil and found it bursting with earthworms, looking rich and fertile. I may have even used the word “beautiful” while describing dirt.
The spell of spring is upon me.