There is something about growing things that appeals to me deeply. Sifting soil through fingers and dropping seeds into ground soft with spring. Tending your plants, weeding them, watering them, and watching them secretly to see if they're sprouting. Being able to eat the fruit of your labor after it's all done is perhaps the best part, because there is no treat better than a meal fresh from the garden, grown with your own hands. I grew up working in my grandpa's garden, when shucking peas into brown cardboard bags and plucking ripe tomatoes off vines grown green was a weekly occurrence in summers sticky with heat, so gardening is in my blood. And while I don't have a green thumb yet, I hope to soon. The days are warm, spring is slipping into summer, and I'm ready to get in the dirt again.
Do you garden?
much love -