New Spring

Our upstairs neighbors are moving, and leaving behind a garden plot that was full of brown leaves and stones. My landlady asked J, “Does Phoebe want it?” Of course I do. So I spent this Easter Sunday digging, turning over soil, sowing rows of lettuce and radish seeds, working my hands into the dirt.

It was an appropriate way to mark the end of the month, and the new possibilities of spring. I haven’t blogged much these past few months, other than poetry Sundays (which I need to resume, soon)....