we wake to blue sky and i am hopeful and determined
to get out into the garden. i layer up, find my hat and
dig out a new pair of garden gloves. the chill in the air
sinks deep into my bones and i don't last long, calling to
the dog that i am heading inside. we fumble through the
rest of the day, doing odds and ends around the house
and i wonder. . .
is it bad to pray for spring?