You are even more magnificent than I remember.
For a few fleeting weeks every Spring we live on the most beautiful street in Charlottesville. The rest of the time…well that’s another story for another day…
But I love our home nonetheless. It’s comfortable, convenient, and there’s lots of room to garden.
The collards that fed us through the (very mild) winter bolted faster than Usain as soon as it it 70*.
Just in time for the new crop to pop.
What shall go in the fresh dug dirt?
If it were up to Tate the only thing we’d grow would be tomatoes and we’d eat them straight up with a pinch of salt ’til we turned crimson. Love that man.
As a compromise we’ll plant a dozen or two tomatoes along with lots of greens, herbs, beets, cucs, and zucs. I reeeaaalllly want to can pickles this year.
And eat a lot of greens but that goes without saying ’round these parts.
Spring has an air about it. A bustling, busy, full of excitement-and-anticipation air! My Spring is shaping up to be full. Full of teaching, which is awesome! Monday I started teaching Introduction to Modern Dance at Piedmont Virginia Community College. My class is diverse in many definitions of the word and I am looking forward to watching the students become more familiar with me and my style of dance.
For the first time since graduating college I am back on the semester schedule and thus Spring once again signals that another [academic] year is drawing to a close and soon my schedule will shift once again.
If you asked me in January what my favorite season is I would probably respond Summer. But that would be a lie. It’s really Spring. Hands down. Summer is playful and the gardens are productive but it’s also steamy and mosquito filled and you have to water said gardens to keep them growing. Spring is where it’s at.
Spring, Summer, Fall, or Winter?