Yesterday my sweet little cherubic neighbor girl asked me “Why do you plant 
things all day??” I laughed and replied simply “because I love it!” She clearly wasn’t convinced. And frankly, sometimes I’m not either.
Like the cold rainy mornings when the last thing I want to do is be digging in the mud, shivering, dreaming of when I can get home to warm up and shower. Or the days I just can’t seem to find my energy for hard physical labor.
But then there are days like today… when a garden sparks an almost magical experience. Picture this:
Early-ish morning, about 8:30am (EST), a small backyard garden providing the visual transition from somewhat tamed (suburbian) woods to manicured lawn and patio. I had done most of the work on this garden last fall, but just had a few plants to add today … the finishing touches.
The morning sunlight kissed the chill away and on my iPod Shuffle my current favorite song came on: “Lost” by Michael Buble. (Do you know it? If not, you MUST listen to it!!! ). Standing there, music infused directly into my heart, sunshine and shadows holding hands, the crayola colors of early spring, the scent of fresh mulch, and the intoxicating perfume of the tiny wildflowers carpeting the woods…
Overwhelmed, I simply looked up to the heavens, feeling the sweet tears of overflowing gratitude and beauty on my cheeks.
And that, my dear young neighbor angel Norah, is why I plant things all day. Because something…. Something… happens out there.
