Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
I am bitten by the garden bug. All seems possible today. That old concrete trough filled with dirt and weeds holds the promise of a burst of sunflowers and dalias. This will be the year!!
And who cares if the past has shown that once summer comes, and the heat bares down, and the flies, and the moskitoes, and bugs come out.
And I'm sweating and dirty, and the weeds are winning the war, and the trough goes back to grass, because my goat has gotten out again and eaten all the baby sunflower shoots.
I have today, this glorious spring day.
And I have the joy of hope, and a snicker of knowing that my vision probably won't happen.
For now, I'm convincing myself that THIS WILL BE THE YEAR!
Makes me smile.
Go get dirty,