Garden of Grandeur

It’s nearly garden time again, and I can barely contain my excitement. I have started to list all of the things I want to get done the very first weekend out, and it is a tad lengthier than perhaps it should be. Oh alright, it is three pages long, and that’s without going into much detail.

First, I will I swing open the tool shed door and greet my old buddies the shovel, trowel, hedge cutter, and shears.It includes picking up all the leaves, removing weeds, and turning the soil. Then begins my list of supplies to pick up at the nursery. This involves a bit of reflection upon what worked well last year, and those things I made a mental note that I wanted to try this year that I never have before. Next comes the evaluation of what has made it through the winter, what has not and which I want to replace.

Yes, I concede there is no way I will get it all done try as I might. But for me,it will be like the first day of school as a child.  It is the start of something big, and will be treated as such with an overall excitement as to how great it could all be by April. Between now and then I will try to cut the list down, but it will be hard for me. But, if I just think back, I will remember how I felt last year after that first weekend, and know if I overdo it, I will pay the price.