Today was the first day I really dug my hands into the soil for quite some time. I’ve been putting it off for a few reasons — mostly because of the weather, but also because I’ve felt conflicted about whether or not I should invest the time when we will hopefully be moving in the next couple of months.
However, the soil still calls asking me to dip my hands in, refresh my immune system, and connect with the Earthly energies. I couldn’t resist.
A lot of today was just clean-up. I was very pregnant last fall and didn’t get the beds taken care of the way that I should have.
There were also little surprise tasks like baby garlic plants ready to be separated and begin life anew. Hopefully somebody will be able to harvest these culinary delights in the fall!
There were also fresh blossoms of color. Ahh, Spring…
But most importantly, it was someone special’s very first time in the garden. The littlest permaculturist. I was so happy to see that she took to the soil like a fish to water. So wonderful.
I know one child that is not going to have Nature Deficit Disorder!
