Watching Snow Melt

The snow is starting to melt more and more between the scattered winter storms. I am watching for signs of Spring with eager anticipation. The first American Robins have returned. There is a blackbird that I have not identified yet that has been chirping outside my window the past few mornings before dawn. It is gone before I have the courage to go outside in the cold to see it. The maple tree in the front yard is full of a muted red branching growth that will give the most amazing color this year. These small changes tell me spring is on her way.

While I wait for spring to finally arrive outside, it is already spring inside my home with hundreds of tiny seedlings under grow lights. I had forgotten how much I love to watch the small seeds swell and sprout and then turn green under my care. I had forgotten how much I rejoice when I see those first small leaves. I can feel something stirring inside me giving me renewed energy and life. It is as if the snow is melting off my shoulders and I am stretching my arms out for the first time all winter.

Right now under my grow lights I have a some perennials that I had grown in Salt Lake. Perennials that I am so excited to have at my new farm as they are so fragrant, striking, and special to me. They feel like a friend in the garden that is always open for a chat. I am so excited to have them here with me. And I have some annuals under the lights that will add so much color and life to the field. They are flowers that bring so much activity to the farm and to the bouquets they eventually go in.

And in a few weeks I will add even more seeds and those under the lights now will go outside to acclimate to the variable outdoors. And it will be an every changing rotation of seeds to seedlings to plantings.

There is so much to do this spring. So much to prep for. And the fear of the task before me that I had been holding onto all winter is melting away with the snow. And I am ready to work.