Spring is an optimistic time of year all on its own, but this year, I feel a jolt of extra enthusiasm when I go to check out the garden. We started on the yard and garden four years ago, and had our work cut out for us, tearing out a dozen years' worth of neglect and overgrowth. Our work is ongoing - we'd like to build a set of stone steps on the far side of the house, we need to continue cutting out old stems from the lilac hedge, and there's that pesky front garden bed next to the porch that offers no easy planting plan.
However, when I go outside these days, I'm not thinking how much work remains to be done...
I'm thinking about how well the daffodils have spread over the past few years,
how nicely these little lilac root sprouts have taken to the hillside,
how glad I am that the ground warms up faster in raised beds,
how thankful I am that spring has come again.