|Freshly scratched earth. Moved all the "weeds" to the hen yard.|
I did it for you. We've had a spot of sun today. I grabbed it and ran outside to scratch in the earth, move a few mislocated plants into the hen yard for the girls to eat, and tend the chicken house.
Not bragging here over the good fortune of our good weather. I've been reading your posts of the increasing intensity of yearning for spring, for dirt, for seeds and sprouts, for the warmth of the sun. And I know that many of you are sitting out your umpteenth snow storm while your hands clench the seed catalog and a hot drink.
That's why I rushed outside. It was the most important of Things I get to do today: to use the little window of dry sun to honor all your longings. Is it not easier to bear a thing if you know the situation is not universal, if you know that someone, somewhere is holding the light, the hope, the vision so that you can yourself break through once more into your bliss? The snow will melt. The sun will shine. The earth will warm. Seeds will sprout. All is well. I did this for you.