And then life took over and who had time for gardening? I had to get kids places, housework needed to be addressed, there's always laundry; the school's hot lunch orders needed to be sorted, and were we doing movie night? What about cub scouts: is $13.65 too much for a rock climbing evening? Are we going to introduce batting practice to the tadpole team? And taxes are due at the end of the month. But I digress...
Today I woke up to a bright sky.
This made me pay attention to my backyard. I had some serious spring flowers on my hands and they were not looking happy. I loaded up my iPod nano with some really great "get your ass" moving music and headed out to survey my domain.
I am currently obsessed with "The Greatest Showman" soundtrack.
My favorites are "The greatest show", "A million dreams", and "This is me". Mr Pasek and Mr. Paul are brilliant, incredible, phenomenal, song writers/composers.
I was out in my garden for three hours pulling weeds, digging boarders, trimming trees, getting rid of dead greenery and dancing around, lip syncing with fervor! Sometimes I'd just burst out with the chorus, alas with headphones on no one could hear the music but me, which must have made for some interesting viewing. It would have been awesome if I could sing. I cannot.
What it also did, beside give me energy that no synthetic drug could touch, was enhance my senses.
I was digging in rich, dark, moist dirt. The flowers were so vivid. Early spring in my neck of the woods is full of multi hued grey skies which allows early spring colour to seriously shine.
I had orchestral pop music in my ear (my favourite kind), and I was witness to some serious mother nature magic.
Today was a good day.
