Dirt In My Shoes

This morning I put on my gardening gloves for the first time in months. I swept our sunroom free of dirt and cleared away dead plants that did not survive the harsh winter temperatures. I decided to finally paint the little metal shelf unit I purchased from a yard sale a few summers ago, and formulated a “plan” to freshen and cheer the room. Surfaces and cushions were cleaned and moved and our dog, Lollipop will get a bath and a haircut and another bath.

Outside, I swept and raked more debris and made more plans. I discovered the stawberries I planted at the beginning of Fall survived winter and should produce this spring/summer! I admired the Cardinal’s song and got dirt in my shoes while I pulled out old cherry tomato vines and hoped more would grow as happily as these had last year. I crossed my fingers my oregano, sage, thyme and mint would return the way the chives are doing. I found some shoots I believe are garlic and am excited about the scapes I will harvest soon. Now, I just have to wait for the fire flies.