Spring's Here

Gardening is the best exercise I've ever done because it lets me forget I'm exercising. I put aside my monkey mind and wend my merry way among the blooms and branches, daydreaming and talking to myself, remembering last spring's gardening - saturated heat and the smell of rain coming, my son digging out root balls for me and pausing to watch some dirt run through his fingers like he'd never seen it before, laying out a whole new bed and planting flowers and strawberries at midnight.

The next day my muscles and joints berate me for forgetting them, but what a fine dream I dreamed.   ( ~ _ ~ )