Digging in the dirt=happy me.

Nothing like an hour or so of digging in the dirt to lift a gardener's spirits. I've been a bit down lately, a bit grumpy and tired from the stress of this past year; I've been working so hard, and feeling a little fed up, despite my efforts to stay positive and cheerful. Got home tonight, and the sun was still shining on the patio, so I started poking around the planters, checking to see if any of the bulbs were coming up. Sure enough, the daffodils and the tulips are starting to shoot up in the big planter, the mint and lemon balm is coming along, the chives are about 6 inches tall, and the clematis is growing again, after an early start that was stunted by the last frost. One of the things that my neighbours left behind when they moved in December was a pot that had what I thought was weeds; I looked more closely, dug in the pot and hey! what do you know? It's onions..lots of little baby onions, all crushed together in the little pot. I have a couple of empty planters filled with soil waiting for something to grow in them, so I pulled the onion sets apart, and planted them in the pots. Then I trimmed back the dead leaves and things from the strawberries, pulled moss away from the hostas and swept the patio. I felt quite rejuvenated, and in a much lighter frame of mind after all this. I just needed to get a little dirt under my nails!

Plus, when I was pulling my clothes out of the dryer this evening, a shiny loony fell out of a pocket. I'm rich! LOL.