The hardest part of March is the wait for Spring. I want to get out and plant my sweet peas. They are the first seed to go in the ground. As soon as the ground thaws, I plant my sweet peas. Last year, I had finally seen my dream wall of sweet peas come to reality. I remember the wall of sweet peas that my Oma had on the Flatrock farm and I wanted one of my own. I couldn't pick sweet peas from her garden, so my garden became the redemption and I pick lots of sweet peas over the summer and fall to give to people. In the fall, I let the remaining sweet peas go to seed and then I collect the seed so I can share seed with others and also have seed to plant in the spring. I still buy a few packets to plant, but only because there is joy in doing so. I guess I don't really need to buy more as I have plenty... but when I got for my spring shopping seed spree, I pick up some sweet peas too. Maybe the variety addition to the garden is beneficial. But I think its just pure joy to see the blooms on the seed packet and then I get to start dreaming.
Spring is the only season I wait for. Summer just comes, Fall and Winter just come. I don't wait for them. But I wait for Spring. I look out over the snow laden ground and wait.
I think Spring and my flower garden are what keep me excited about my annual trip around the Sun. After almost fifty eight trips, I need a little motivation to look forward to another 940 million kilometre journey. That trip could be exhausting if I felt just how fast I was going... 28.9 km/sec. I'm so glad I don't feel it except for the passage of time on my bones and body.
What slows me down from that 28.9 km/sec is the patience it requires to watch the snow to melt again.
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