Gardening Magazine

At Last...

By Kate_miller
"We don't quit playing because we grow old. We grow old because we quit playing." - Oliver Wendell HolmesAt Last...My garden is my gym, my playground and my church.
When it's flowering up a storm, it's a wildlife sanctuary, bird aviary and butterfly brothel.
At Last...
And, finally, after a long and tiresome winter... it's back in business!
Ah, spring. A gorgeous sunny day boosted my spirits, prompting a look-see around the property.
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Tiny green shoots popping up all over the place. Hyacinth, Crocus, Wildflowers and Windflowers shake off the filthy remnants of winter, stretching their narrow stems toward the sun.
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Feisty little blossoms, the first of my big bulb army. There's close to 500 bulbs sound asleep in this soil. If our warm weather continues, April could be a colorful surprise.
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch... I brush, brush, and brush some more. Mountains of winter fur fly off the mares.
Shots done, shoes on, there's excitement in the air and the horses can smell it. We're off on our first trail ride, come Saturday morning.
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Song birds flit about, cocking their heads toward my hard work. Hmmm... they think to themselves, that horse hair could make a stylish addition to our new nests.
At Last...In the meadow across the way, I hear the frenzied honking of geese and cranes as they set up shop for summer.
Seems everywhere I look this world is showing fresh signs of new beginnings.
Ah... Deep breath. Spring at last.

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