My vegetable garden no longer looks like anything but a plot of thick weeds. I glance at the calendar. In two weeks, the overnight frost threat ends, and I’ll plant tomatoes, eggplant, basil, all sorts of beans, and peppers. But first, I must prepare the soil and weed, weed, weed. It’s time. It’s finally warm enough to sit for long periods of time in the garden. It will take time, but I realize the power of plotting the ground and working on a small square each day. When I look at the whole landscape, it’s overwhelming. But if I focus on what’s right before my eyes and hands, it’s manageable.
It’s this way with anything in life.