In the past, I questioned which season was my favorite. Not anymore. Without a doubt, spring is my favorite. Everything comes to life in Texas. There’s finally an end to the dull colors of winter. The grass sprouts green and I find myself spending hours in my garden.
A few weeks ago, someone asked me how I find time to garden with three children. The answer was simple, I make time. We make time to do the things that are important to us and gardening is important to me. Gardening keeps me sane, balanced and happy. I am happiest when I’m working in the garden.
Today is the first day of spring. It was a glorious day in our home, filled with personal surprises and hopes that finally came true. The children spent the day at school but when they came home, we had a task…plant an orange tree. Not in the ground though, no, in a pot. Guess orange trees need to be brought inside during the freeze of winter. One day I will have a few acres of land and I will plant an orchard. For now, my small, urban orchard will have to do.
In the garden, my asparagus has arrived. This will be the first year I can harvest asparagus and I have a few recipes in mind. The children helped me plant and water seeds and then made their way to the trampoline for a few hours of jumping fun. Our peach tree is blooming which means the bees will be buzzing soon and fruit will soon set. And this bird house of mine, perched high upon a pole, a gift from my parents a few years ago. It’s faded in the sun over the years but the birds don’t seem to mind. If I tap the pole, I can hear baby chicks chirping around and waiting for their momma to bring them food.
We’re alive and well over here. Both our little family of 5 and the world around us.