Birthdays, anniversaries, and Hallmark holidays, spring is a very busy time for the Chismar family and a very exhausting time for this greengirl. As my social calendar fills up, everything else is put on hold. The dishes pile up. The cat hair collects under the couch. The fridge is bare and the garden sits empty. The BF made a great trellis for my snap peas, but I had no time to plant, only enough time to admire his handiwork and sigh.

Then last night, Brian shooed me out of the kitchen with a glass of wine, “Put down that kale. I’ll make dinner. You go plant.”

I happily threw on an old pair of jeans and a pair of garden gloves. Dusk had descended upon the SLP, but I still had an hour before total darkness. I refilled my glass and got to work.

I must admit nothing pacifies my inner perfectionist like a glass or two of vino. Often I’m overwhelmed by my garden to-dos, but last night was all about planting my snap peas and sipping my Grenache.

Are my rows too close together? Will the squirrels eat my seeds in the morning? Hey, where’s my spade? Who cares! Just keep the wine flowing — I still have time to plant some spinach!

This morning I expected to find disaster. Instead, I found my spade behind the compost bin.

To finish the job, I laced the trellis with twine. Now, it’s all up to the snap peas.

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