Rose From The Dreams of It’s Wintry Rest
They have pushed up less than 6 inches from a 3ft tall, dirty brown snow drift.
“And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley
I feel this anxiety all of the sudden. The crocus are defiantly proclaiming it is time and I want so badly to start playing in the dirt and filling garden beds. Anxious to begin, but I know better than to go all out. I did plant some peonies though, so at least I got a little bit of a fix.
I went to let the chickens out of their coop this morning (they are so happy winter is over– they are back to laying multiple eggs a day) and I could hear the faint sound of water running.
The swamp is beginning to fill up again, the melting snow certainly helping out in that regard. Not the prettiest looking scene, but it makes me happy 🙂
Next up, the Hyacinths and Tulips are beginning to breach the soil’s surface. SO. EXCITED.