It is arriving rapidly. I saw my first weed yesterday. It’s a little thing by the driveway, but it’s promising to be hearty and hale for the upcoming season, giving me a good run for the money in curbing its growth.
I rejoice in the weeds until they become a burden. For a while, they are the only thing green we have – and then again – at the end of summer when it’s brown as a camel – they are once again the only green we have.
That little green weed inspired me. I bought potting soil in preparation for a renewed interest in gardening, however short that interest may be. I’m going to smell the new dirt stored in my garage until I use it in June, when it’s somewhat safe to plant again.
The promise in little things.