things found in a garden
It's been a Spring to top the charts around here, and, not to put too fine a point on it, the big news is that I've been getting out of the house.
Yea, verily, into the honest to goodness out of doors. All hail Mother Nature's breathtaking birdsong and wall-to-wall waking dawn green of treetops. It's awfully distracting, to be quite honest.
I've been getting out in it--walking in the sunshine and spring rains, into the plentiful open air, breathing in the green and growing world.
For even here in the City, I am learning, there is green. I'm considering this more and more lately, while "stewarding" our neighborhood park (reassembling the perpetually scattered branch fencing, picking up litter, scolding tree-swinging young punks), while walking the dog down the trainside alleyway that grows evermore of a homey hedgerowed lane with the warming season--
After weeks of veritable shuttered hermitage, I emerge trailing cobwebs and am awakened by outer air into vivid life with all the consternation and laughing disarray that comes with human interaction. But, really, mostly it's the sheer green that lures me out so irresistibly, time and again.
