tale as old as time, true as it can be
Gardening has been the very soul of ease, lately. Weeds have come up like puffs of smoke, tomatoes have scooted gracefully through the winter, and the wildflower seeds I scattered willy-nilly over the winter as a playful gesture and forgot about have burst out of the ground and are peeking vividly over the clover.
And, just when I think I'm having the most blessed gardening moment in the history of man, a random, fat little squirrel comes over and nuzzles my arm.
Since when did I turn into a Disney princess?
Really, I'm going to need to invest in some new clothes and start keeping company with woodland creatures.