Spring comes with a bound, Spring the deliverer*

The Saint and I work like the proverbial dogs for about four weekends every spring. He primarily tackles the yard, trees and shrubs. I handle the gardens.

I enjoy it for the most part. After having been cooped up in the house for many long months being outside just feels so darn good!

But there always comes a point: having divided/transplanted/fertilized/dug up one to many perennials or having planted one too many flats/pots/borders of annuals that one begins to question the whole concept of gardening.

In particular one questions the wisdom of having two large flower beds, an herb garden, a vegetable garden and various and sundry plantings in pots and smaller beds.

Just when you think you can't do ONE.MORE.THING. you realize that all that's left is a bit of maintenance.

and simple enjoyment of all the hard labor.

So worth it.

*Robert Lewis Stevenson