It isn’t literally true that now that spring is making its presence known, my husband has left me for the garden–it just seems that way sometimes.
Actually, I jest: I thoroughly approve of his efforts out there. If I wasn’t RECOVERING FROM SURGERY, I’d be right out there with him, digging and clearing and pruning and planting…as it is, I have to watch from a genteel distance, observing him out the window, strolling through the yard taking photos.
It’s so cheering, so encouraging, when the sun returns to our northern climate…I won’t say the warmth, that’s still a ways off, though it is slightly less frigid than it has been. When I go outside now, I don’t need to put on the extra sweater and the wool scarf and the thick mittens and the wool hat with ear flaps and the big jacket and the heavy boots…just a medium jacket will do, and the outdoors-sandals (with socks of course).
(Good thing, too; I cannot bend over to put on the heavy boots; I am, as I mentioned, recovering from surgery.)