Today is the first day of spring.

Sorry, kind of an obvious statement. But that one statement has pretty much been making my world go round as of late.

Spring break doesn't find me resting on some beach sipping margaritas (virgin or otherwise). Instead I chose to spend my break working--for the money, the gained knowledge, and the simple joy I like other plant geeks get out of playing in the dirt.

My days are spent in Cincinnati at Greenfield Plant Farm (ironically a place my mom worked before me) where I work my feet (back, legs, arms, hands, and pretty much every muscle in my body) off potting annuals and perennials, carrying bags of mulch and top soil, setting up houses of plants, building greenhouses, moving heavy equipment...pretty much anything and everything. It would seem like planting flowers would be a walk in the park, but man, if you just knew how much my knees and legs are killing me....

But I love it. It's really great to be able to come home muddy, bloody, and completely exhausted. The fact that I usually have just enough time to change clothes before I have to jump right back in the car again and drive a kid to baseball practice or a choir concert just makes it all the more worth it when I finally get to sit down later on that night. It might seem like a ridiculous life style to most, but it gets addicting after a while.

Anyways. I'm off to cook dinner. Here's to the first day of spring.