When spring hits upstate New York, it's sudden and miraculous. My yard is a surprise every year. And I did little other than plant some daffodils:
In Joshua 24:13 (I'm reading the Old Testament through this year) it reads: And I have a given you a land for which ye did not labour, and cities which ye built not, and ye dwell in them; of the vineyards and oliveyards which ye planted not do ye eat.
I feel like that about my yard - I bought a house with a yard. A real yard. Someone once lived here who loved to garden. I have azaleas, and hyacinths, and dogwoods, and lilacs. I don't like to garden, yet I walk out and I'm amazed every spring.
On the other hand, I had to spend one whole night this week spreading Preen on newly-mulched beds, and did I mention that I don't like gardening???? Spring's nice to look at, but I do love those snow days when there's no weeding, no mowing, no pruning... I've always associated gardening with good people. The kind of people who get up early, who love God's creations, who want to be part of the growing world. But me, I'd rather sleep in, read a good book and avoid the bugs.
So here we go - into the new season. Time to put on my sneakers and clear the leaves away from the roses. But wait - I can't - it's pouring rain!
I love spring in New York.