I can't quite explain my hiatus from Xylem & Phloem. Perhaps it was the grueling semester in business school. Perhaps it was the poor performance of my new perennial bed for which I had such high hopes. Perhaps it was the alignment of the planets. Whatever the cause of my absence, it is now time to return and reconnect with the pursuit that brings me such joy.
Last week I spent a few minutes turning the compost pile and that simple act was enough to remind me why I garden and why I choose to spend my free time outdoors. My muscles enjoyed the strain of handling the pitchfork. My nostrils filled with the comforting scent of freshly-turned soil. The afternoon sun, low in the winter sky, warmed my back as I hunched over the pile of composting yard waste. For many Dallasites, this might sound like indentured servitude. For me, it's a calling I can't ignore for much longer.
Thanks for your patience and understanding.
Callie

(Photo: Kayaking Waituna Cascades, Rotorua, New Zealand in December)