Spring has been slow to reach us this year, but it looks like it may finally be on its way. I can tell because of that certain itch I feel in my fingers, the need to burrow my hands in the earth and inhale the unmistakable scent of dirt – rich with hints of life, decomposition, rain, and green.
This is one of my favorite times of the year, perhaps only matched by my love for the east coast fall. Both are times of transition, times when people become, if only for a moment, more aware of the natural world around them. The springtime pursuit of cherry blossoms embodies this awareness, just as the weekend apple pickers and leaf hunters do so in the fall.
One of my favorite parts about spring is dreaming about my summer garden. I’ve already readied my seed growing area – now I’m just waiting for the seeds to arrive. Under the influence of Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, I decided to select heirloom seeds and start from scratch, rather than going to the closest Home Depot and picking up some of the genetically modified plants that dominate the nursery scene.
I’m expanding my edible efforts; this year my crop will include tomatoes, spicy and sweet peppers, squash, chives, two types of basil, mint, and cilantro. At least, that’s what I hope it will include. There’s no telling how things will turn out until later in the summer. For now, I can make my plans and lay the groundwork, daydreaming of fresh garden pickings in the months to come.
Currently Reading: Nightwoods by Charles Frazier. Confession: I actually finished it last night. Frazier’s prose is beautiful and shapes itself around haunting scenes from nature. The story is a sad one, leaving the reader with the impression that no one escapes nature (or life, perhaps) unscathed.