Most people think of sunny days for gardening. Not me. I like to plant and weed and mulch during the gentle drizzle of a warm Spring rain. Father Sky makes love to Mother Earth and the ground is wet and fertile. The soil is loose and the plants and seeds eagerly take root. Gardening is effortless.
We’ve just had a string of such magical days and I’ve been taking advantage of every one of them to get my baby plants into the ground and the beds cleaned out from the Winter.
While the rain pours down I get drenched to the bone and my toes squish in the mud. I don’t even need a shovel or a spade. I just push my bare hands into the soil and shape an opening to receive the new plants. The smell of the moist earth is intoxicating. I am one with the rain and the dirt, a co-creator in the miracles of Spring.
I’ve got dirt so far under my fingernails it’ll be days before I get it all out, and my muscles are pleasantly sore from the stooping and digging. But my garden is growing and my joy is complete.