There's something so hopeful about starting a new spring garden. It means a renewal of faith, investment in a new cycle, and commitment to seeing it through.
I was out at the bach last weekend, and the earth was calling. It's been so long since I've done any gardening, and I couldn't wait to begin. Up the road I discovered bright young seedlings for sale: tomatoes, courgettes (zucchini), lettuce, and marigolds (good for companion planting)
There are a few nice surprises as well; what I call 'accidental plants': celery that self-seeded from the year before,
I'm aching all over and will feel it even more the next morning, but how satisfying it is to plant hope once more!