We've been deluged with
rain this spring. My front yard is a virtual swamp, and I'm about ready to go find a little flat-bottomed boat to get in and out of here. The mud-boots I bought last year have been a Godsend.
I've started a little garden. Everything is in pots: some small, some larger and some that will be in grow-boxes made from storage tubs, with a special watering system. (not an affiliate link: http://www.gardenanywherebox.com/)
I'm absolutely delighted that the beans, peas and carrots I planted in two inches of soil have taken root and begun to sprout. I purchased larger tomatoes, squash and zucchini that will go in the grow boxes along with the seedlings.The rain barrel is finally set up, and the boxes are ready for soil and plants, as soon as my weather-related asthma lets met get busy.
The only things of my porch-garden that survived the winter were a pot of chrysanthemums (about to bloom!) and a thyme. So I replaced the herbs: basil, oregano, English Thyme, sage, lavender, flat-leaf parsley, dianthus (Odessa Pierrot), rosemary (not doing well) and some sedge that is drought tolerant. I plan to put that in a border along the front of the house, along with some yarrow.
There is something deeply spiritual, calming, rejuvenating about digging in the dirt. Tending a garden takes us right out of the hectic man-made-time, and brings us back to Earth, back to the rhythm of Nature herself.
This is the basis of my simple and charmed life: getting out of the rat-race, and embracing a slower pace; breathing and taking as much time as is needed.