(thoughts on a Wednesday)
I arrive home from work tired. Very tired. It's been another long day at the garden center. When I woke up, it looked like a cloudy day, but lo and behold, the sun poked his shiny face out, turned my nose red and my arms brown, and it was beautiful.
What made today at work so great? It wasn't anything special. I moved some pallets of fertilizer (and seriously strained the tendons of my chest while doing it - curse those ton pallets!!!!), cleaned out the heads of all the sprinklers in the back greenhouse now that the irrigation water is back on, potted some big Swedish Aspen . . . and sold about two thousand dollars worth of trees (it's days like this that you wish you got paid on commission - but then the days in July when you don't sell a single thing make you glad you're not).
So why do I arrive home with a skip in my step? Is it all the trees, shrubs, and flowers in bloom? Is it the fun of helping customers design their yards, then selling them all the stuff they need to get the job done? I honestly don't know what it is, but today I feel great.
Jay smashed the crap out of my toe with the forklift. Good thing I was wearing steel-toed boots, otherwise I'd be in the hospital right now.
I got a faceful of ferta-mulch as I loaded it into the back of somebody's truck with Eunice, the old grumpy tractor, and then got a faceful of sand when I used Beatrice, the younger less-grumpy tractor.
All in all, it was a normal day - so why the elation?
Because it's spring!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe it's the anticipation, maybe it's the hope, maybe it's the pollen in the air and it's making me woozy, but I love this time of year!
Come July, I will hate my job. I will bake in the sun and wish I was working in a nice air-conditioned office as I drain down my fifth gallon of water for the day.
But for now - I'm very content.