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You know what makes me happy in the waning days of winter?

Dirt.

No, really.

Not the smutty magazine kind of dirt.

No. The dirt that gets on your hands and leaves behind dryness and chaffing.


I love the way so much dark and dank can create such a wonderful vibrance out of air, sun, and water.


Makes me want to dance. I actually do clap my hands and exclaim over every new sprout. Mr. Survival chuckles and shakes his head.


He has learned when he sees my gardening tools all piled up on my kitchen table, that he should leave me alone. 


I play with the dirt, mixing in all the right things for each different plant to grow.  It's so relaxing to me.


Then I bask.  I put them in the sun.  I giggle over their leaves getting happy as their roots feel new sustenance and allow them to expand.  It's rejuvenating.  It's enlightening.

Puts faith and hope into a whole new perspective as I wait for Spring.  Each little thing I do to get ready the future-no matter how close or far away-is like a little prayer that things will turn out in the end.  They and I have no idea what's in store in the intervening months.  But we hope and prepare.

I can almost taste the blueberries.

Nothing makes me happier at the end of winter.


Except maybe my kitchen.

Happy St. Patrick's day!  Exult over something new and green for me today!

Comments

  1. HelenMarch 17, 2011 at 8:45 AM

    You know what gets me going? Crocuses and the beginnings of tulips and daffodils. Sometimes they even poke through snow... it just gives me hope that Spring and GREEN is on it's way!

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  2. Karen@WaistingTimeMarch 17, 2011 at 9:44 AM

    I hate it but wish I loved it. I have two sisters-in-law and both are amazing gardeners and I envy them their hobby and their bounty:)

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  3. NataliaMarch 17, 2011 at 12:50 PM

    I think it's great that you have that source of comfort! I would love to learn how to garden. My mother had a brilliant green thumb. Turns out this apple fell far, far, far, from that tree! :)

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  4. CharlotteMarch 17, 2011 at 6:33 PM

    Beautiful sentiment, this: " love the way so much dark and dank can create such a wonderful vibrance out of air, sun, and water."!! I hate gardening but you almost make me want to try it again. Almost.

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  5. WillpowerMarch 17, 2011 at 8:20 PM

    The boys cleaned the garden area up and scraped the weeds burning and having a hotdog roast at the same time. I was all thrilled and made my starts into the little peatpots. Then it snowed tons and make me sad. I want spring today. And I miss you girl. When is that cute puppy coming soon I hope.

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  6. Tami@NutmegNotebookMarch 17, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    I love the new look of your blog! Digging in the dirt is so liberating!

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  7. AnonymousMarch 23, 2011 at 4:18 PM

    I bought a seed starter kit, we're gonna do two big pots of tomatoes on our patio this year. :D My thumb isn't nearly as green as yours, though.

    Also, those canisters are super cute!! Where did you get them?

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