Oh Sweet Mystery Of Life

Last night, after a long and tiring day that started at Physical Therapy, ouch, and ended with a bus ride home from a day of Easter madness at the shop, I walked down the street and stared at my garden in disbelief.

The lawn was mowed, the beds edged and all the cuttings my neighbor and I had piled at the curb for the county's spring pickup were neatly bundled.

While the weeds are still running wild and the liriope needs a buzzcut, the bones of the garden are back.

I've talked to so many different people about garden help, I've no idea who showed up and got to work.

No invoice in the mailbox, none of my neighbors saw anything.

Gus and Lucy must have a clue but they're not telling.

Some of us dream of idyls on Caribbean Islands, others of a new spring wardrobe or a day spenk hiking in the Sierras.

Me? I just wanted my garden back.

And here it is. Lily of the valley greens popping up everywhere, tulips and muscari blooming, the plum blossoms have a day or two left to dazzle and the phlox is scenting the air.

I planted some seeds in the vegetable garden on Sunday and I see some tiny strawberries growing on the plants.

This is Resurrection week? I'm a believer.