For some reason I’ve been thinking about getting back to blogging. There’s something about spring and gardening and all the colors in my yard. Even the deep brown hue of compost next to the bare wood of my raised beds excites me. The promise of what’s to come. Every year around this time the warmth, the sunshine, and the scents in the air wake me up from the cold, damp darkness of these Pacific Northwest winters. I’ve written before about how gardening has things in common with writing and with raising kids. But what’s different about gardening, unique in a way that speaks to me, is that there are instant…