SEEDS OF CHANGE
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SEEDS OF CHANGE.
There is a foul wind blowing on and off outside my house. It moans of chilled bones and numb fingers. He is a bitter wind wanting only to stay forever. Never to return to the north where he must reside. Mistress spring has been merrily sprucing things up over the past two weeks and she cannot abide Mr. chillwind. The daffodils are open. The grass is showing a bit of green. The lilac and dogwood are showing plump vivid buds. There will be war tonight. The rumble of conflict and the flash of anger will punctuate the shift and struggle of spring. I will not get sleep. This will be too much for A. She feels the power but doesn't accept the music of it.
My first herb seeds have sprouted. A. has been checking the pots everyday and today was THE DAY. She squeeled in excitment. We prepared the garage for the onslaught of spring seedlings. The lights are lowered and the timer is set. Gardening has commenced. We spent the last part of the day planting the pepper and tomato seeds. We had hopes of getting some floweres in too but it got so dark and rainy we could no longer handle the tiny seeds with confidence.
I had wanted to put peas in the garden but then the rain started and it seemed unwise. They are cool loving but the threat of snow tomorrow night might be too much. Hard to believe since it was sixty five degrees today.
Transistion is so intense - So very full of turmoil.
written at 8:27 p.m.
2003-03-29
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