Each night I'm in deep winter hibernation mode. Glorious sleep like a drug. Ambition forced. My pillow calls.
Then comes grey dawn and still I am listless. But a single glance out the window and I yearn to sink my fingers deep into the soil. If the sun were blazing and vegetative life were green, my energy would know no bounds.
Earlier this week, we were invited to participate in the city's home and garden tour this coming June. Regrettably, we'll be out of town, so we were forced to decline.
But it was tempting. Oh, so tempting.
And it brought thoughts of the garden crashing to the fore. I imagined dozens of neighbors parading along stone pathways meandering through lush, fragrant greenery. Cheery blossoms welcoming. Humming insects accompanying. Dainty birds cavorting.
Alive with promise. With vibrancy. With sun-kissed blessings.
Alive.
It's taking its time, but spring is coming. It must.
Then comes grey dawn and still I am listless. But a single glance out the window and I yearn to sink my fingers deep into the soil. If the sun were blazing and vegetative life were green, my energy would know no bounds.
Earlier this week, we were invited to participate in the city's home and garden tour this coming June. Regrettably, we'll be out of town, so we were forced to decline.
But it was tempting. Oh, so tempting.
And it brought thoughts of the garden crashing to the fore. I imagined dozens of neighbors parading along stone pathways meandering through lush, fragrant greenery. Cheery blossoms welcoming. Humming insects accompanying. Dainty birds cavorting.
Alive with promise. With vibrancy. With sun-kissed blessings.
Alive.
It's taking its time, but spring is coming. It must.
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