Oh my, we've been sick. My daughter felt a little off a full three weeks ago and since then, it has spread slowly through the house. I'd forgotten how poorly babies sleep when they are ill and I was sure I was going to die from prolonged exhaustion. Also I was feeling a bit dramatic from prolonged exhaustion.
We've been puttering along though and looking through my photo library, there are good things sprouting. It's been so cold in my kitchen window that most of my Christmas amaryllises (which yes, I fell down a rabbit hole: 'Amaryllises' is the most common plural form of amaryllis but I cringe, for it sounds very wrong) have yet to bloom. They have been joined by spring hyacinth and daffodil bulbs and summer milkweed seedlings. There are ripe oranges and lemons blooming in the dining room window - the longest they've ever spent inside. The fruit tree branches are plumping and snowdrops are emerging even as the ice remains in the birdbath. I'm still too sick to prune and dig, but I have a mess of bulbs and seeds I need to plant. Year after year, it is the same scene - tiny greenhouses are created from the plastic food packages I stash away. It's not pretty, this little trashy nursery behind my kitchen sink, but it will become food for my family and any little creatures that pass through this summer. Finally, after such a rough past year in the garden, I'm looking forward to it.