Temperatures warm enough to take you mittens off, “for a little minute” as my oldest liked to recall this weekend, called for several consecutive hours outdoors. This is probably a first since… November? I am not all together sure, but I can’t recall so long of a stint in the forest, playing, in quite some time. Oh, I am grateful. I was starting to forget my beastly two-year old even enjoyed an outdoor adventure. I was beginning to fall into a rhythm of actually dreading the bundle and freeze, feeling quite contented to sit in and watch the snow swirl around our house in the woods. But alas, March is here. In like a lion out like a lamb. Or so they say. Or so we can hope.
With our big move‘s count down now nearing the single digits, I am dreaming with ferocity. A baby on the way, and a whole house to set up, I am planning with strategy; Thinking of priorities. While I dream of murals and fresh cows milk, I rationalize with a coat of paint and a coop. While you can be certain I intend to till up a plot of land so grand that it will make Farmer McGregor blush, I am aware that a watchful eye and careful planning is what would be truly beneficial this year. It seems to me, our time will be best spent exploring and navigating the many acres of land we are finalizing our purchase on.
With this said, I still have hopes of a long row of lavender and a towering trail of hops. Oh yes, and a proper herb garden and a slew of bird house gourds dangling of the garage walls. Well, while I am at it, I intend on carving in a few places for some blueberry bushes and perhaps even beginning the necessary asparagus garden. But wait, I am getting ahead of myself.
These boys and I are new at all this. With only the genetic blueprint of a gardener and a few small community gardens under my belt, all I can claim is a passion and excitement to do all this. I have read a few books, chatted with some folks more experienced than I, and of course read through many, many seed catalogs. But, I know the real learning will occur in the dirt. When my knees are good and dirty and my fingernails ache from the soil stuck beneath them. All I can hope right now, is our time spent romping in the out-door world, observing and admiring, will assist us on our journey.
(Pointed out to me in the comments from the previous post, the beach buds are indeed swelling… joyously, courageously bulging with the knowledge of spring!)
What about you? Any dreams for your outdoor space this year?