Strawberry fields forever

Today was so nice at work. The month of January means we get to close early and open late on Sundays. I have to be there at my regular time, but I get several customer free hours. It was in the high seventies today. We got our spring fruit shipments. For Dan that means fruit trees, for me that means bare root strawberries along with grapes, and a few other misc. items. My hands still smell like the warm moist peat moss I was elbow deep in all day. Each line in my hand is soiled, and from this point until next fall they probably won't get completely clean. I was just chatting with a friend and telling her jokingly that I feel like a plant sometimes. (so maybe i wasn't joking) I think I go dormant in the winter with all of the things I hold dear. That's the nice part about having such a short winter here, less time for a dormant heart. I'm not sure what the spring will hold, with captain bitch x and all, but either way I have my plants, and my beer, and that is as close to heaven as this body can get on earth. Tomorrow I plant the rest of the strawberries, bringing the grand total to one thousand. Who knew so many years ago that all it would take to make me happy would be a little true love, and a big pile of dirt. I can honestly say I am where I belong, my heart, my soul, my hands, all useful, and happy. I can still feel the sun on my face, and it isn't even fully spring yet. I wish blue skies and green things to anyone that's stumbles here...Sigh....