Oh what a beautiful morning...

Yesterday the sun was shining and the kids spent the entire day getting dirty. Perfect.  A big trek was made for seeds. As we meandered through Country Flower Gardens, we shifted gears from winter to spring. The fragrant smell of dirt and fertilizer during this this time of the year is more welcome than any perfume you could buy. Big decisions were made, shall we grow beets?  “Yes” I say. “”They’re easy”. Peter grabs the peppers and reminds me that while peppers grow, they like to hold hands. We deliberate over tomatoes since we always seem to fail miserably with them. Chris picks up a package of them, feeling confident that this year, we will be the year. Hopefully they don’t become bunny food again.  Kate looks to the pretty purple looking flowers giving me the look of ooohhh, pretty, pretty. As I pull into the driveway, my three excited kids, Chris included, jump out of the car and make a b-line to the pile of pressed down leaves and start digging. Underneath, black soil waits to see the sunlight for the first time in months.   The view of the kids writing names of vegetables on Popsicle sticks reminds me of a Rockwell painting. They ask if the seeds have begun to grow. I think to myself, that this is not the best hobby for impatient types. As we put the newly planted seeds by the window, I know that spring had officially begun. It’s a good feeling. Next we will have to do spring cleaning, but it is too pretty outside and the camera takes precedence. This morning, Chris calls upstairs excitedly and tell us that the corn is as high as an elephants eye! I smile as the kids will believe him. He sings from deep down in his belly, “Oh what a beautiful morning, Oh what a beautiful day” . As I pet the dog, I finish his line “I have a wonderful feeling, that everything’s going our way.”