I doubt the onions will bulb, but they’ll green.
I doubt the Spinach will cover, but it’ll sprout.
I doubt the radish will reach giant sizes, but they’ll lend pops of pink to the world for a short bright while.
We’re off and away.
We’re off to great places. Today is our day. Our mountain is waiting. We’re well on our way.
May the changing of the calendar bring forth fresh for you. Fresh thoughts, fresh ideas, fresh energy, or any other freshening up your heart may be seeking.