First Full Garden Day of the Year

Yesterday was the first full top-to-bottom garden day of the year -- the goodness of the earth entering the body through hands and nose. Reaching up to trim the laurel hedge, the butterfly bush, prune the Widow Dallas's apple tree next door; bending down to clean the beds, transplant ferns I'd raised from pots, replace a broken paver. I have to slow myself to consider past vignettes, whether I'll repeat them or try something new, break from the overall structure. Right now it's the runaway Bishop's Weed I planted eight springs ago, to blanket a space I couldn't resolve. But now I can, and I took out some Bishop's Weed as well.