Susan's Blog

Saturday, March 11, 2006

I Speak for the Trees


I raked my gardens today and collected about 6 huge bags of leaf mold and partial compost. Out, out, damned rot! But unlike Mme Macbeth, this lady is none too eager to wash her hands. And lo: there, sleeping just below the mess was this tiny cluster of snowdrops. Oh, the perfume of the cold, dark soil! The tender croppes in the yonge sonne! Tiny green clusters of life ripping through tight gray masses of thatch. My feet sinking softly into the wet, raw, lawn. Everything so new, so tentative, achingly sweet, like the very first moments of life, and love. Happy Spring!


I was out raking my garden also today while the boys ran around me, helped me rake, swung on the swings and played in the sandbox. Happy Spring to you too!!!

— added by Eileen on Saturday, March 11, 2006 at 4:25 pm

So happy for you in Spring. We got snow in far eastern Phoenix here today.

— added by Do'C on Saturday, March 11, 2006 at 5:13 pm

That’s great Sue! It’s wonderful to see you in your garden.

I was even remembering your old house and how there was but a patch of land and how you craved to have a real yard for yourself and the boys. You certainly have one now 😉

— added by Danielle Lynne on Saturday, March 11, 2006 at 6:32 pm