A Walk in the Garden

There is always a weed to pull.  Brush to cut or tend a bed of flowers coming back from a hard winter. There were a few casualties.  Some late transplants made it through and seem to be alive.  The seeds are in and now the wait.

I wait with the hope of food from a row of beets, spinach, lettuce, beans, chard, carrots and two kinds of radish.  Today a walk in the garden despite the chill of the air.  There is promise and warmth in the earth.  Out on the edge the tiniest blossoms of primrose.

spring is renewal

time of greatest rejoicing

seeds and plants that bloom