The gardening season, and spring for that matter, doesn’t commence for me until I bring out my Muskoka Chair and situate it alongside the yet-to-be-tidied side garden.
This is my haven. As Sheldon Cooper would say, this is my ‘spot’ on this blue planet, the one place I can tune out everything and everyone else, along with the burdens of my mind and body. The other chair is a newcomer to the party, meant for company, or a place to set a drink.
The Northern Herper 