I love this time of year.
I love watching my seeds pop up out of the soil. Watching new life begin.
No matter how many Springs I've weathered,
I'm still surprised by the excitement I feel
when I see that first little baby push it's head
through the earthen blanket that covers it.
through the earthen blanket that covers it.
And in record time.
Twelve hours quicker than last year. A day and a half faster than three years ago.
Okay, sometimes they can be overdue.
And then I worry. Did I do something wrong?
Was the seed too old? Did it get too warm? Or too cold?
Too much water? Not enough?
Will I have to replant?
And then I see it, just one wee bit of tender green peeking through.
A promise of life.
A promise of life.
I just love birthing babies.
Looking at the sun beaming down on those pots was wonderful! You are so poetic in your writing.
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