One of my favourite things about gardening is getting my hands dirty, literally. Tilling the dirt, seeing its blackness and smelling its musty and peaty smell, running the gardening fork repetitively through it is good for the soul. I think about everything but work. I start to think about the insects that might be crawling…

We had a big brainstorm this morning (unrelated to the garden), and then ate pizza for lunch. Which made me so energetic I was unable to sit still. So to the garden I went. This was my first go at the garden this year (unless you count blogging about the garden).

It wasn't until I looked at my calendar this morning that I realized it's already March – which means gardening season is upon us.