There was only--spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind--rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.--Willa Cather, My Antonia
My garden and my blog have both been ignored for weeks. My jobs keep me busy and prevent me from doing things I like. Then, right about now, I emerge and am able to find a little free time.
I have a love-hate relationship with my garden, and I'm sure my neighbors do, too. Right now, the weeds are high and thick. Just when I'm thinking that I need to hire someone to help me start all over again, I go out and look past the weeds, and there is Spring, all at once.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Posted by vicmarcam at 3/31/2009 08:35:00 PM