I thought that I had moved the fairy garden this spring.

I was tired of crawling around on the ground weeding.

It was too hard lying down to get those close-ups.

But you can’t move magic.

I stopped by the old tree today.  Or maybe it called me over.

I felt it immediately, the magic.

Even through all the weeds and sticks and leaves, it was magical.

So down I went on my hands and knees,

crawling around that big old tree.

Cleaning out all those nooks and crannies between the roots.

Gently brushing away debris.

If one is lucky enough to find magic,

one needs to be wise enough to know

you can’t move magic.

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That’s how it is here. Each day a new flower starts blooming. I record it in my journal and take its photo.

That’s where it ends.

I go back to weeding and transplanting.

My hands are dirty, my shoes are dirty, my apron fills with debris.

I talk to the bunnies and my bird friends, but the computer is inside.

It may as well be on the moon, because I am literally running to get things done.

Before rain tasks, after rain tasks. I forgot to fertilize the smallest rose… So sorry baby!

You should be seeing a flower a day here, but I have things to do with my dirty hands..

Then there is preparation for a fairy Easter egg hunt…

So much to do, so little time…

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As if weeding outside was not enough to keep a gardener busy in spring,

there is also this issue of potted plants.

They need attention now, too.

I pot up house plants before I bring them inside in the fall.

(“Pot up” means that you move a plant into a slightly larger pot.)

I am always amazed how much growth occurs over winter inside

when it seems they are just sitting there waiting for spring.

These were in desperate need of more space and soil.

A plant screams by shriveling, drooping or turning yellow.

Not only have they been potted up and fed some plant food,

they are now enjoying their first pollen-washing downpour.

Don’t they look happy?

FLOW