As the sun stretched her arms after a long rain, I happened upon my garden from last year. Historically speaking, we've had a winter with frigid temperatures, an early snow that didn't allow us to get the leaves off the beds, and several deep snows that comforted the land through the night season.
So, my garden looked sad and depleted, drab and defeated.
I shook the earth like the shoulder of a sleeping child, and raked the sleep of leaf cover from its eyes.
Wake up! I said. Wake up!
The crocuses - purple and yellow - have already been blinking their bright eyes back at me, but from under the covers. Now they burst bright and clean green from the black earth - the firsts of spring.
Nubs of hyacinth, spikes of iris, tubes of tulips - especially those I transplanted last fall from the shady back yard - now show themselves as well since the clearing. I planted some new babes today as well - lily of the valley for the deep shady regions, Columbine and Freesia for the corner sunny spot.
The earth is alive again.
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