raking. weeding. trimming. puttering. discovering. signs of life from seeds sown. survivors of the deep freeze. surprises in unexpected places (like this volunteer columbine; or my Indiana lilac's little, but oh so fragrant, bloom). and I am hopeful.
enjoying. whiling away. stopping to smell the flowers. the earthy aroma of the soil. and herbs - as I type I can smell the scent of thyme waifing in from the open door. and I am content.
what to plant. where to plant. how to plant. I know just enough to make me dangerous. but I tell my lovelies it's not easy being green. they must try their hardest and do their best. I will dote on them but not spoil. water them but not drown in kindness. admire them. praise them. then hope for the best. they are good listeners. and I am still learning.
'just living is not enough,' said the butterfly. 'one must have sunshine, freedom,
and a little flower.'
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