A year ago I was dreading Spring. I was quite happy to hibernate indoors. I didn’t want to be reminded of rebirth and growth and new life. I suppose that I still don’t.
Although, this year I’m excited to get outdoors. I want to breathe in fresh cut grass and dig in the Earth. Maybe it was the endless snow, maybe it’s the new street out front of our house, perhaps it’s looking forward to gardening that has me so excited.
Last fall I was told to plant garlic in my garden and it would bloom in the spring. (Thanks for the tip Katie!) I was so depressed after gardening season that this seemed like a great idea. Darcy started back at school and life happened and well, I never got around to it and I regretted it. About a month ago, I noticed the garlic cloves that I had purchased were growing on their own in my pantry. I’ve since potted them and now they’re thriving!
A sign of my little man taking care of things for me once again. A sign he’s never gone, never will be gone. I can’t wait to plant these in his garden.