I know. It’s spring. But you know what? These days, I’m not particularly fond of spring. Sure, there’s the gentleness and the regrowth. There’s the return of my friends, the plants (and the people — the gardeners! — too). But for some reason, I’m feeling more anxious than ever. I used to be so excited about getting down and dirty, about getting my hands into the soil. Whereas that excitement is still there, it’s overridden by this paralyzing anxiety about just how concentrate