We tilled the garden this weekend, and planted strawberries. I love the smell of the wet earth. I should wear gardening gloves, but I like the feel of the dirt between my fingers.
Starting a garden is such an adventure, especially if the previous owner of the property had a habit of throwing random things into the yard. We've discovered all sorts of treasures, from bits of broken children's toys to part of a syringe. (The last discovery was somewhat disturbing.) I feel like an archeologist, especially with those items that seem to have no use in the modern-day world, but perhaps, five years ago, were the greatest treasures of long-gone children.