Nearly everyone I know in real life and everyone I know through the interwebs is excited that it's springtime. Plants store up so much energy over the winter. They're patient, unless they are my daffodils which came up in November, but I digress. They let energy build in their roots and seeds and bulbs until one day they decide it's time to start releasing the energy- it's time to grow.
We do it too. We stay in and keep warm and bide our time until the weather beckons us to spring forth from our houses. "Come out and play!" It calls to us. So we get out our spade... or a hoe... and we show love to the Earth for warming up and inviting us out. We put plants in the Earth and we watch them and water them and love them while they grow.
Or maybe it's just me. I am a crazy hippie after all.
Spring is fun because the kids get out and we get to play and we feel the warm sun on our faces, but there's something more than that for me. It seems to go deeper. Every day or two when I go to check on the veggies and they're growing bigger every day I do a little happy dance and get a little gitty (literally).
The spring onions (far left) haven't popped up yet but they have a longer germination and they're more bulb-like I'm not too worried.
So tell me, what are you growing? In a pot or in a field, it's time! Happy growing!