I looked out the window yesterday, and saw (for the first time since fall) a small bit of the path on the south side of the house free of snow. Today, the sound of water dripping off the roof was the first thing I heard when I opened my eyes.
I think Spring might have finally found its way to my little corner of the world! I am hopinghopinghoping that soon I will be able to see grass growing, and start feeling around in the flower beds for the spikes of hosta, tulip, and iris just popping through the soil's surface.
Please. Please. Please!
Mr. Barefoot has been talking about cutting down more trees in the yard. On the one hand, I am totally excited by this prospect. If we got rid of the trees already on the property, I could plant more veggies, and fit some fruit trees in. It would be a huge step forward in my little dream of growing more of our own food. I would have many more flowers I could grow, as well, and this gardener loves her flower gardens!
On the other hand, I remember how nekkid I felt when the power company came and cut down trees along the back property line. I remember vividly the mourning I went through when they cut down one of the prettiest trees on the property. I like our trees, have gotten used to having them where they are, and I don't know how I would feel if they were all gone and I had to start from scratch.
Change is scary, ya know?
So Mr. Barefoot and I keep on talking about it, and thinking about it, and wondering which trees should go first (there are a few that really need to go for safety reasons). And I distract myself by thinking about how wonderful it will be to have Spring here, and be able to sit out on my deck with a book. I focus on how good it will feel to have my hands in the soil, and to smell that glorious "dirt smell".
~and that's all I have to say about that~