My Little Gardener

My, grandone, C.  has been waiting to plant our little porch box,  last night he chose pink inpatients and one other little flower and today was perfect for planting.  The box and our front flower gardens are now groomed and planted with annuals.  The azalea bushes and coreopsis were already budding.  After a good weeding, the planting of our live Easter basket, putting our flowers in place in the hanging box and garden, setting up pots for next week's vegetable plant and digging half the hole for our pink dogwood tree - we called it a day.  Tomorrow  C. and Uncle will finish planting our tree. It was a good day.  I just love the ugly fingernails full of dirt and the tired that rests between the shoulders after a day of yard play...sweet tokens of clearing the mind and filling the soul. And what a blessing to have a little gardener who finds joy in the digging, too.  We were laughing and started chanting, "Pull the weeds and smell the flowers" -- but isn't that life -- It really is about pulling weeds and enjoying the flowers.