Over the weekend, I finished planting my garden. I've got the usual assortment of tomatoes, peppers, squash, cucumbers and 6 rows (!) of zinnias. Basil, oregano, and rosemary are alongside the carrots and onions. This year, I'm giving cantaloupe a try.
Things always seem more promising when my garden is in the ground. Mother Nature must approve, because she sent a nice rain our way this morning.
I look forward to tending my plants and enjoying the fruits of my labors, to feeling the dirt in my hands, and watching the progress of the plants. Gardens are a lesson in joy from the unexpected. They are a reminder that patience is inevitably rewarded. I like the way my garden is a way of connecting my past with my present and my future.