This morning I feel less like it’s spring on the calendar and more like it’s spring in the air. After a few preliminary cups of drip I wandered outside in my working clothes to find some dirt to get into. I ended up weeding and trimming back the herb garden, serenaded by the neighborhood’s resident dove pair’s cooing, a woodpecker’s full-auto knocking, and the busy muttering of the chickens, who were very pleased that I shared the weeds with them.
I was worried about my rosemary and lavender, which you may remember I cut back and mounded with mulch in hopes of overwintering them. the lavender is definitely alive but I think the rosemary skunked me again.
After getting good and sore and nice and dirty I retired to the picnic table to gloat and have my mid-morning snack (strawberries and macchinetta coffee) and read A Year in Provence . . . until the inevitable first lawnmower of the morning, which came late today at 10:15.
Happy spring, everyone!