The therapeutic effects of gardening can not be underestimated. If I’m feeling anxious or a bit at loose ends, all I have to do is putter in the garden. It is the one place where I feel like I can actually make things perfect. Or maybe, I am able to appreciate the imperfections as the way it should be. Goodness, if only I could view my body with the same generosity. Baby steps I guess.

The garden in St. Denis is so lovely. I missed the narcissus but I am in time for the blue bells, tulips, ranunculus, lily of the valley and lilacs. Spring is by far my favorite time in a garden. There is so much anticipation in this season. Even if you are looking at long known perennials, watching them return feels magical.

Yesterday, I clipped all of my boxwood bushes until my arms ached. I weeded, and cultivated the border gardens and veggie patch. I braided the spent leaves of the narcissus so they would not hide any of the current bloomers. I planted a container with primrose and painted daisy. I almost couldn’t stop.

I am pleased that my little veggie patch is getting so much sunlight this year after Matthew and pruned the trees and bushes that surround it so fiercely last Fall. I am not sure if I should try to plant any veg as I won’t be here to tend to it. I’m leaning towards planting it with seeds Lily gave me of cutting flowers. Seems worth a try!