It’s a drizzly, gray day here in the Berkshires — unfortunately, a familiar weather pattern for spring — and I’m feeling a little subdued and quiet. I thought it might be nice, then, to show you some photos of something else subdued and quiet — our little garden.
Miniscule scallions making their debut, and peas behind them
I like quiet pursuits: reading, writing, snapping photos, sitting outside with a cold glass of iced tea on a warm, sunny day. And so far, gardening seems to be the same way — a quiet, considered hobby, with the right amount of meticulousness to make it appealing to my more, ahem, persnickety side, and a big dose of the kind of optimism that makes just about any hobby rewarding. The best thing about gardening, for me, so far? (Aside from chowing down on the literal fruit of my labors, of course?) The still-magical feeling I get from planting a seed and watching it grow into something real. I don’t know when that sort of Jack-and-the-beanstalk feeling will go away; I hope it never does.
Baby chard sprouts
Out in the garden now, there’s a light drizzle raining down and tiny, bright chartreuse maple flowers dotting the beds. And slowly, quietly, our little seedlings are poking their way out of the earth.