Well, it seems that it is not enough for me to grow a person inside my belly. A strange sensation has taken over me since a weekend of sunshine and heat recharged my batteries.
I must go play in the dirt.
My mind is swirling with thoughts of flowers and salad fixings and fresh herbs whenever I want them. I have never had such a strong urge to plant a garden before. My space is limited so I must make every square inch count.
I have jiffy pots planted with flower seeds and gourmet salad greens. On my mental shopping list is tomato, cucumber and herb seedlings as soon as the magical May Long Weekend deadline passes. I ran out of jiffy pots before I ran out of seeds so on my return trip to the grocery store I may end up coming home with little packets of parsely, cilantro and basil seeds too. I am out of control! I spent Charlotte's nap time digging up a fresh flower bed in my front lawn where several shrubs were removed during the construction of our new porch. I have visions of flowerboxes brimming with fragrant herbs dancing in my head.
Is this how my nesting instinct is going to manifest itself this time???