New Life

Wednesday, May 30th, 2012

We’ve got a garden! Seedlings, sprouts, buds…everything is new life–fragile and delicate.

And the weather has not yet gotten very hot or dry, which bodes well. Fingers crossed.

A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;

How could I answer the child?. . . .I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition,

out of hopeful green stuff woven.

–Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

-SC, with photos by Bryant