I have always loved digging in the dirt. Although I grew up in the city, my dad is an avid hunter and we spent many of my childhood weekends in the Lake Okeechobee area hunting on Florida ranch land for quail, ducks and dove.
When Matt and I moved to Nebraska, my one condition on the move was that I wanted a house “in the country” where I could have lots of room to have animals and gardens. Our house is positioned on the edge of one of Matt’s farms and sits on about five acres.
My two horses lay claim to a large portion of those acres, but I still have plenty of room to experiment and grow things. This spring has been mentally challenging for me because it has been too cold to garden. Our trees are only now starting to bud and my summer perennials are barely peaking their brave heads above ground (the tulips and daffodils perished in a snow storm several weeks ago). My fingers have been itching to play in the dirt…
On Sunday, we had temperatures in the low sixties so I herded up my free labor and headed outdoors to do some gardening chores. My girls always complain a little bit as we get started, but it does not take long for my older ones to get excited about transplanting and clearing out the flower gardens.
They seem to have inherited my love for digging in the dirt and making things grow…
In addition to my perennial flowers taking the plunge above the soil, my rhubarb and asparagus are coming up. It will not be long before it is time to get the colder season annual vegetables in (it was 28 degrees Saturday morning so not quite yet!). This year we are doing a combination vegetable garden with my mother-in-law and the girls are in charge of weeding 🙂
It renews my soul to dig in the dirt. It fuels my optimism to watch new life grow in my gardens. It brings a smile to my face to watch my daughters learn the combination of care and just a little magic which brings beauty to our yard and vegetables to our table.
Is it warm enough to get your gardens going for the growing season?