The Beautiful Green Days

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All winter long the mad gray giants raged, scouring and scratching at the ice covered sky.  Their brittle bone like fingers broke often.  With sharp snaps one piece after the other would go crashing down to the frozen earth.  There, adding their music to Winters. 




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Green is the color of the trees now.  They are growing fat too, on sap, and have covered their hands in soft leafy gloves.  No longer raging, they gently sweep puffy white clouds across the blue-blue sky.  It is the hue that covers everything, even the rocks that live in wet locales. 





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Early springs' favorite color is the many shades of green.  She dyes unchecked and I spin to see it all, missing twice as much as I catch.



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Green is my Garden

Away with you Broom, Mop and Bucket.  I am finally through cleaning and setting up the porch garden.  It is going to be amazing this year.  Now I have time to work on the yard. Unless rain falls soon, it is going to be blotchy.

The vegetable garden needs to be tilled.

My friend a fellow amateur gardener has promised to come by today, with his plow.  Green is erupting from the most unusual places.  Yet some spots still seem frozen.  It must be the lack of rain. 

  Spring is here but winter isn’t completely gone.  It is mind-boggling how the seasons change, as if rolling one over the next.

What am I going to grow this year?  Last year only my tomatoes and sweet peppers were successful.

  I am thinking of flowers, wild flowers.  I want strawberries too and maybe a small batch of tomatoes, just because.  But first I must turn over the soil.