Awakening Spring Pumps New Energy into the Land and Me
My night was full of dreams, very busy dreams. I don’t remember the dreams when I wake, just know they have nothing to do with me. It’s like someone else’s dreams invade my sleep. There’s nothing helpful about them; no messages to benefit me. They just sap my needed rest, and I don’t like it. Stay out of my head!
What’s funny is I never used to dream – or I wasn’t aware I dreamed. Just once in a great while, and I seldom remembered. Since moving here, dreams invade my sleep all the time. The gist of the dreams do not stay in my consciousness; I only wake knowing I was dreaming. It’s annoying.
Guess I need to set protections at night.
Light bounces off the water in the rushing brook. The glare catches the corner of my eye and distracts me. White water gushes off rocks and around the huge boulder. Even though the sky is gray, the air seems to have a clarity to it. I’m not sure what that is or how to really describe it. Maybe the rain washed the dirt off the windows? No, that’s not it.
Ah, it’s spring popping! The moss and lichen on the trees have brightened, limbs are getting tiny leaves, and even the hemlock branches seem perkier. The land itself gives off a vibrance of awakening. I want to get out there!
The flower beds have so many plants pushing out of the soil. Some crocus blooms are already passing while other buds have yet to open. So many other plants are stretching taller while others are poking out of last year’s detritus which I hadn’t trimmed back. (I’ve noticed other nearby towns already have many plants blooming, but here, things are a little slower.)
I overdid it raking the flower beds out yesterday, but it needed to be done before the plants get any taller. Neighbor-kitty Leo waited on the bench and when I was done raking, I sat with him a bit. He’s most lovable when I sit outside with him. I relaxed and contemplated yard projects.
The winter damaged rhododendrons need to be cut back. The lilacs and one of the rose bushes need to be moved, I want to find more rocks and finish building a wall around the gardens, cut down some saplings that are making a corner of the yard too busy … Oh, the ideas keep coming.
The gardening muse continues her battle with the painting muse, and, at the moment, is winning. This is the most important time of the year for me to get out – before the bugs swarm and it gets too hot. I find it soooo exciting!