Today is the DAY. The day for planting peas, my friends.
My husband is out mowing springy grass. I poked into the still-cool soil approximately two thousand and eight peas. Fragrant flowery sweet peas in the front garden, sugar snap peas in the kitchen garden, peas peas peas.
The lettuce and spinach are still cozy in their cold frame. The garlic and celery are peeking cautiously above ground. And now the peas, the all-important harbinger of gardening days, are in the ground.
It makes me yearn for the hot and lazy summer days. Even in the midst of my "living in the moment" crusade. Honestly, what's wrong with looking forward a little? It seems to me that is a gardener's prerogative, nay, responsibility. Look forward a little. Sow a little faith in the future.