i heart dirt

there is something about this time of year 

in which i long to be outdoors.

i long to fill my pots with new, fresh plants

and make my yard beautiful.

i love to dig in the dirt with my hands and feel it between my fingers.

i love the way fresh dirt smells.

i love to feel the sun on my back and my shoulders.

i think i could sit in the sun and do nothing in particular 

for the better part of a day.

(good thing i live in phoenix).

and, of course, every garden

needs a gnome...