A rainy weekend to write about. Got me thinking of tender shoots burgeoning below the surface of wet dirt.That wild eagerness to make things happen and the necessity to let lie, observe and wait for a cycle to wash it's way through…

“Gardening situates you in a different kind of time, the antithesis of the agitating present of social media. Time becomes circular, not chronological; minutes stretch into hours; some actions don’t bear fruit for decades….

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound

in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,

I go and lie down where the wood drake…