Our neighbor has a medium sized vernal pond by the road . Nothing says springs like spring peepers. These tree frogs are the ultimate singers. They come on strong in the spring while they are mating and as the disappear when the vernal pond slowly dries up to nothing as summer approaches.
Along with the frogs, I heard a cheerful am chorus of our local bird varieties. The chickadees, gold finches, and cardinals sing their sweet mating songs.
We still have a wee bit of snow, but, who cares. It is officially spring in my mind.
Spring cleanup in the gardens begins now. Weeding, removing leaves, branches and twig is a mindless task. But every spring as I put on my gloves, roll out my garden card filled with my tools, I am joyful and put into a meditative state.
Each leaf, each garden beds is like an old friend. First I do the herb garden slowly with gloves. The chives have been waiting patiently for me to uncover them. I have three types of chives. I have the common standard type, curly chives and my favorite garlic chives. Each has different colored blooms. Garlic chives have a small intense white bloom. Honey bees love their blooms and so do I.
After cleaning up the major leaf cover, I remove my gloves and gently caress my perennial herbs. I remove any weeds, small leaf covers, and moss. My raised herb garden was a birthday a gift from my hubby. Best gift ever.
I am grateful for the tree frogs, birds, herbs, and mother nature. Nothing puts a smile on this girls face like springtime meditations in the gardens.
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| My herb garden in late summer. |
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| Many Happy Returns day lilies next to my herb garden. |
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