I know I’ve said this before – recently – on the other blob – but I totally heart spring the very best of all. I’m not sure I can quite explain it. Spring affects me viscerally with a blood thumping adrenaline junkie sternum grab. It’s the new growth that does it. I’m hooked like it’s all crack for my eyes and I can’t. ever. get. enough. It makes me wring my hands like when I windowshop shoes. I want to watch it like a movie. I want to memorize it. I definitely don’t want to miss a single second – that, in particular, is a torture whenever spring chores make me nappish.
Spring stepped up to Bristol’s door jam right on time for the equinox all nighter. I don’t have any early bloomers (besides chickweed) in my yard so Nino and I have been borrowing it from other peoples’ gardens. I think I might have to add some early spring to my garden plan – which, by the by, is all discombobbled from what Z and I were envisioning last week. I appreciate Rob’s advice (in a comment on the last post) to “live with a place for a while” and now that I’ve lived with stick outlines of beds for a week, I can be sure they’re not perfection. More on that later. Meanwhile Happy Spring!
(Are you as hooked on spring as I am?)
