The fresh smell of moist earth,
The clearing of dead growth,
Brushing away leaves from last fall,
Reinforcing the stone barrier against that pesky digging critter that thinks there's a skunk condo underneath my front porch.
Observing with child-like anticipation the still-intact tulips beginning to form blooms, thankful the deer have lingered at other gardens more tempting.
Preparing for satisfying labor to shortly come.
Could I dare put annuals out this soon in my south bed?