Little Purple-Blue Flowers
April 16, 2012
Posted By: Shaunescy
It's springtime and I am feeling that wonderful anticipatory excitement for gardening season. Getting outside for a walk before really diving into the business of the day. It's the lull between brown winter-dead grass and time to mow. Fleeting as it is here in the Gallatin Valley, it is one of my favorite times of year.
I love how the sun is just really starting to angle in a bright new way, the sounds of the birds louder each morning. I even love that silly woodpecker who tries to hammer a hole in the metal part of our chimney - DONG DONG DONG DONG, so very early in the morning.
I have to admit that I am looking forward to mowing. It's a task that is so solitary. Earplugs in and my thoughts to myself as the meditative thrumming of the machine places me squarely in a grass-chopping bubble. No chatting on the cell, no ambient cartoon jingles, just a slow march toward a tidy yard and fresh green stains on my gloves and work boots.
Out walking this morning, my littlest who pokes along slowly swinging a stick that is just her size noticed these little purple-blue flowers growing in the grass. She asks if I planted them. I didn't.
"Did fairies?"
"Maybe, baby doll. Let's go look for the Robin's nests."
