Spring arrived with the weather in a tug of war. Winter reluctant to give in and spring eager to take over. God knows I am more than ready for Spring. Yet as the crocus and daffodils push through the soil and trees begin to bud winter still tries to bully. Drops in temperatures and flurries crashing into the rain against the gray backdrop of the sky. It's like a dance of the elements own choreography. On a recent day when the sun broke through and temperatures rose I went out worked in my herb and vegetable garden. I cleaned up winters refuse, admired the tender shoots pushing through and hoed the soil preparing for new beds of vegetables and flowers. I spent time in my mini orchard that struggles since the cable company laid an underground cable just a few feet from their roots. I burned dried stalks and fallen twigs while giving thanks for the gift of stewardship of this small corner plot of land in the city . I've trolled gardening websites, pulled out and perused gardening books, laid out new ideas in my garden journal. I've purchased seeds and earmarked plants. I cajole my potted ferns and fruit trees to hang in there a little bit longer with promises that they will soon nestle in their preferred outdoor nooks.
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AuthorHello, I'm Kim Hitzges. I am a writer, photographer, and mixed media artist who is following the magic that guides my life. Archives
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