Unexpected sunshine with warm breezes arrived this February day in the Mid-Atlantic region. How glorious! Abandoning my inside chores, I took to the garden. While there, a poem emerged. After yard work, supper, and shower I put it to paper.
I went to my Garden to set Her free of piled up leaves and wind-blown debris. "I’ll bring forth weeds and thorns, she teased. “But I’ll give you blooms; I think you’ll be pleased.” And as I worked, I saw something new. Yes, up from the dirt a shoot pushed through. I had to inquire. “Are you weed or a bloom? Shall I pluck you out or give you more room?” And the Garden spoke, “Let that little one be. Leave it there and watch and then you’ll see.” Since I think that my Garden is wiser than me, I did as She asked. So...... we shall see.
All the Best, Brigid