Happiness is Potting Soil

My friend Jeanne gave me some potting soil yesterday.  It felt like Christmas!  Funny how something so simple as dirt can become so precious.  I feel the same way about red clay, and it is just dirt and water when you think about it.  The forsythia has not bloomed even once, so I am not going to get too rambunctious about putting plants outside, but I feel the shift.  It is time, to put aside winter things and gather together spring things.  It gladdens my heart.