A Day Well Spent

Years ago I wrote a blog extolling the virtues of dirty fingernails.

Dirty fingernails being the evidence of a day well spent...

with hands in the good earth helping to propagate new life.

Gardening!

The blog entry published and by the end of the day I had had more hits

than ever before.

Hmmmmm....

 I wondered about this phenomenon and did a little research.

At that time I used a widget that helped me analyze from where blog traffic had come.

This particular day there were many hits from search engines

exploring the internet for "dirty fingernails".

A little more research revealed to me that "dirty fingernails" is a "thing"...

a fetish.

Now, I am not one to judge others' quirks...

after all, I kiss pigs.

(yep...right on their dirty little nosies!)

But... since then, I have found other ways to describe the delight that I feel

on those early spring days when I am able to once again work in my garden.

I'm sure you will agree with me...

there is just something energizing about Spring...

about being outdoors touching Mother Earth...

be it with bare fingers or bare toes.

It's therapeutic.

It will cure what ails ya.

Months ago we watched as winter drained the color from the earth.

Gone were the reds, golds, greens and oranges that Autumn gifted to us.

With a touch of Winter's icy cold finger, they were transformed into shades of brown and grey...

and they stayed that way for months...

and we patiently waited.

But now...

nowwwwwwwww.....

Spring has delivered us from our monochromatic prison

and filled our senses with color and fragrance and warmth.

The colors of spring, though delightful to one's eyes...possess an energy...

a vibration that can be felt deep within one's soul.

It's the satisfaction of that first glass of water to one who has just crawled from out of the dust

of a sandy desert.

It fills us up and renews our spirit.

It gives us hope.

Yesterday was a day well spent.

The garden is coming along nicely...

broccoli, kale, chard, leeks, beets, radishes, sugar peas, lettuce, spinach

are all planted.

Seeds are germinating and the air is alive with the buzzing of bees

and a chorus of birds.

And my soul sings in harmony.

On another note...

I am wondering why...

since the gate is now open between the donkey and horse yards...

the horses all crowd into the smaller donkey yard...

and the donkeys wander about in the spacious horse yard.

I suppose I already know the answer.

Because they can.

Have a wonderful weekend, friends.

We hope to spend ours doing a little more gardening

as well as visit a favorite Arts Festival.

It's Spring... and for that we are grateful.