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.