The thing I love most about the very beginning of spring is how suddenly you're filled with possibility. Watching bulbs you planted in the fall turn into breathtaking flowers right in your own front yard feels downright sinful. I look out my window and I see my climbing roses entering their third summer and I know this is the year where I actually know what I'm doing. Where I look at their long thorny arms and I can see exactly where the new buds are sprouting and for a change I'm not worried they wont be healthy. I know they're healthy. I can visualize how full of life they'll be in just a few months and I can't believe that three summers ago the foot tall dead looking twigs I planted have bloosomed under my care.
Spring reminds me of all the things that are so damn corny about life. It's so cliché, but I can't help but find the world an amazing place when you're a 'gardener' in the springtime.
Take this bush in the front yard for example. Someone coming to my front door might turn their head to the right and spot what appears to be a dead bundle of twigs.
But you see, I look at that bush and I see magic. Because I know what they don't. That it is coming back to life.
Owning this house has been so very difficult at times. I've had nights where I wished we'd never made this leap into home-ownership. And then spring happens and I realize how much this house has changed me. How much I've learned about coaxing life out of seeds, dirt, sun and water, and I love this house so deeply I never want to leave it.
I moved to Olympia the first weekend of March in 2009. On April 7th 2009 I posted two pictures of the flowers I had planted in the pots framing my garage. I had owned them for two weeks and I was flabergasted and amazed that they were not only alive, but thriving.
This past weekend I walked through the garden store like an old pro. Selecting soil, natural fertilizer, and telling Adam which flowers I wanted to purchase now, and which I knew wouldn't be available for a few weeks. Explaining which house plant would thrive in our office, and which would die. I tilled my soil, made garden rows, seeded my cold weather veggies and felt... confident.
A few springtimes later, this once confused gardening wannabee feels like a super hero.
It's still only a training cape, but a cape none the less.