Or should I say, East Texas spring. Local folks differentiate between Texas and East Texas. I haven’t seen much outside of East Texas, so I don’t really understand the different qualities, but what I see of East Texas is truly lovely. With one exception, okay … maybe two.
For the past 21 years, bugs haven’t been a problem; another blessing of living in Colorado Springs. The occasional fly might get in the house, or maybe I’d get a mosquito bite or two during the summer, and even the spiders in the basement were nothing compared to the ones that live here in East Texas. (Forgive me Tricia). Here, amidst the beauty of my garden, there are swarms of winged pests in greater variety than I’ve experienced since coming back to the States from Taiwan. These bugs are comparable in size to the Asian varieties. That translates to generally LARGE, IMPRESSIVE critters.
Then, there are the wiggling, wriggling, slithering creatures I manage to disturb every time I attempt to sooth my soul with an afternoon of gardening. I’ve seen more snakes in the past three months than in the past 21 years. I’m not a fan.
In years past, I’ve relished the feel of rich, dark soil in my hands, now I wear gloves, and use the spade rather than delightfully digging in, getting dirt under my nails. (One reason I rarely do my nails),
That said, I do love gardening here. It’s not yet Mother’s Day, (the traditionally safe day for beginning a garden in Colorado), and my garden is looking beautiful. There are still tweaks to be made, but blue and purple blossoms are appearing already.
Being awakened by the myriad variety of birds calling to each other, strolling through the yard, watching the branches sway with the breeze, (and leaping squirrels), listening to the soothing sounds of the waterfalls all make for a grateful heart.