My thumb is split and splitting more yet. My nails peel and my scalp hurts. My heart is sore, my mind spins, and old fearful aches returned home to roost.
And so I look to others to bloom.
Nasturtiums calling hello.
Volunteer mystery squash shining through.
Snow peas’ purple greeting.
Snap peas white nod has passed.
Red potatoes without red petals.
Blackberries without black blossoms.
A mess of friends of all ilk.
I’ll see if I can’t tend my soil a little more. If I can’t feed my roots a little extra. If I can’t water my leaves a little softer. I’ll see tomorrow.
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I think those friends might be saying, “Yes, do that. Don’t just ‘see’.”
Wow. Yes. Thank you.
Oh, your garden is beautiful!! I am dying for mine to wake up! c
The winter up there seems long this year. We’ve definitely had a cooler than normal spring, which the snow peas especially appreciate.