Oh how Spring has sprung. When I got up this morning, I could smell the lilacs from my kitchen table throughout the entire first floor of my house. Lilacs are one of my all time favorite smells and one of the best things about my childhood home. We lived next to a sheet metal factory, but my bedroom window that didn’t overlook our town’s main street, was right above our row of lilac bushes. We have been out in the yard as much as we can. The beets and onions that I planted with my son are starting to come up. Now if I could teach him not to try and pull or dig them up that would be great. He loves tools. We are having a clash between tools and nature. He loves them both, but they don’t always mix. Worms are his latest obsession. He tries to dig up our garden to find them. Alas, that seems to be the one place in our yard devoid of worms but full of ants. Last year I divided my iris bulbs and threw them in a bucket. They survived the hot summer and snow storms and are sprouting in the bucket without any dirt. I can always find a worm in that bucket. I’ve just started reading Richard Louv’s book The Last Child in the Woods about nature deficit disorder. It’s a little disheartening so far. It was mentioned in the latest newsletter from my sons Montessori school. The Montessori kids seem to spend a lot of time exploring nature. We’re trying to add to that at home. Tools aside, I think we’re doing alright.