On this damp, chilly day, I am remembering my gardens. My spirit soars as I think about warm spring days, my hands plunged in the dirt, flowers spilling out of plastic flats.
It's soothing to know that spring is an unstoppable force. It's on the way. Until planting season arrives, I will look at seed catalogs and make sketches. I will dream about my gardens ... past, present, and future.
"For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins."
-- Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Atalanta in Calydon (1865)
Counting the days until flower season arrives in your yard and mine.
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