it starts with standing at the edge of the plot and staring, with hands on hips, noticing...what the winter has done, what repairs need doing and what decay need to be swept up.
it starts with the decision of when. When to plant. Where to plant. What to plant. And how to plant it.
It is not so much that the ground is not ready, rather, I am not ready. The garden and I need to ready ourselves together. Get reacquainted...notice the changes we have experienced since last we were together.
Just as the bud opens slowly, I ease into the routine. My garden teaches me how to exercise patience. How to appreciate abundance. How to accept loss. How to nurture life, but mostly, it teaches me to look for the beauty in all things.
Sometimes, it is dirty- hard back- breaking work. But it is soooo worth it.