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.

 

Spring, the season I awake or wake up and live

flower girl

I can hear it clearly.  Spring is, singing for me, calling to me.  Completely distracted by the sounds, I am being pulled away from here.  I will unfold myself and get up.  I will stretch the restlessness from my bones as I walk out to meet her.  The song she sings is about new beginnings.  It awakens every sleeping thing in her path.  She supplants the dead.  This freshness is all I have hoped for.  Winter took my breath away.  Spring gives it back.  She awakens me, to me.  And now calls me back upstairs.  I have gardens to wake up, and seeds to plant.  I will smile all season long, like a hibiscus