I love sleeping. I need my sleep. Always have, always will. I guess it’s
genetic or something. For a while now, and this is probably enabled by the
fact that we have four children, I am often envious of the kids and their
early bed times and late risings.
You may have noticed over the years how gardening is often featured in the
strip. How Olivia loves gardening. That’s because I also love gardening, and
early spring days are truly some of the most special, as the weather starts
to warm up and things start to grow. Certain mornings, I think nothing of
getting up at 5h30 only to wander outside into our garden and see what is
unfurling.
I also plan and imagine my gardening schedule at night as I wander off to sleep. After looking through a reference book or inspiring photographs, sometimes this has the opposite effect and keeps me awake with excitement. The anticipation, having built up over the last six months of cold weather and the pleasant surprise as to what has survived and is thriving, reminds me of the feeling of being a child and the magic surrounding such an event. Like a kid on Christmas morning, I’m even willing to disregard my own physical comforts to be part of it and not miss anything. Even my sleep.
