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Spring is near

The rake is cold in my hands, the absence of gloves testament to how often a gardening task happens without forethought.

I hear my oft-repeated assertions of the last several weeks: “I’m not gardening this year. I’m just not.” If there was a sound track for a husband’s eye rolling, I’d insert it here.

Every year, the satisfactions make themselves known and why do I forget? — the soothing rhythm of movement, the visible results, the smell of dirt.

Yes, lots of plants have suffered lately, particularly newly planted shrubs, making investments rather less than ideal. Will it be mind-meltingly hot again this year? Will the body find itself pleading with the heavens for rain?

I could spend an entire summer caring for what’s here and filling a few containers with annuals. I think that’s what I mean by “not gardening.”

We’re supposed to get some more snow, a right nor’easter heading toward the Cape, heavy accumulation predicted for west and south of here. So after I cleared the sedum of dead leaves, I thought the better of it and slid back a protective layer. They’re hardy buggers, but still.

I think Finn can smell the storm coming.

The sky already wears its snowstorm grey.

And we have snowstorm-worthy leftovers for today.

Finn barks. The day calls.

dirt makes me happy

A short list of things that make me happy.
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Fabric dyed with indigo; working hands

IMG_9024This view from my son’s new apartment in Montreal
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The moon — whenever, wherever, in whatever phase
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dirt, chives that come back with vigor, shiny baubles in the garden
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homemade granola —  with lots of nuts and sweetened with maple syrupIMG_9056
a path re-established in the garage — signs of progress
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de-gunked window tracts and clean sills
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these pants, made several years ago
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striped rocks