Except where it’s flooding, it’s mostly mud around here. The kind of thick mud that makes a squelchy noise when walked in, the sort that’s the perfect consistency for a child’s mud pies. It’s not, however, too conducive to planting.
Instead of putting in spinach, lettuce, peas, and many other rain-delayed seeds I ramble around looking for signs of spring. Who doesn’t see beauty in springtime? As e.e.cummings wrote, “The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.”
Yes, the long winter was hard. A few of our newly planted fruit trees barely survived. Worse, we lost a few chickens and three of our honeybee colonies didn’t survive either. But joyous signs of life are everywhere.
It reminds me of The Secret Garden, what I’ve called the book that saved me. In it, a little girl describes nature:
“It’s the most beautiful place. Thousands of lovely things grow on it and there are thousands of little creatures all busy building nests and making holes and burrows and chippering or singing or squeaking to each other. They are so busy and having such fun under the earth or in the trees or heather. It’s their world.”