Now that the snow has melted and my yard is no longer a muddy mess, I'm looking forward to renewing my garden. I have a few perennials that come up every year (provided the lawn care guy doesn't weed whack them down to the ground which has happened in the past), but I also like planting annuals each new spring season. I have a few plants that I've grown from seeds that are almost ready to be transplanted outside and each year I buy some new type of flowering plant from our local public market to add to the garden.
I find gardening beneficial in a lot of different ways. It always lifts my spirits when I look out over the colorful blossoms. The coaxing of a fledgling plant into a thriving one is good for my soul and gives me a sense of accomplishment. I like the rhythm of digging in the dirt, placing a bulb or seedling, patting the dirt around it and moving on, repeating the process.
Working in my garden gets me outside in the sun and fresh air. It allows me to enjoy birds chirping in the trees, feel the soil crumble through my fingers. It also allows me to think, to ponder not just a weak plot or what my characters will do next, but what I should do in a tough situation. I've made some of my hardest decisions while planting flowers and pulling weeds. And in some small way, I like to think I'm adding to nature's beauty.