Spring

We saw some sun today. It was beautiful. Our landlord has a beautiful garden. My grandfather had a beautiful garden. I think there is something pure about people who have the patience to garden. To tend to and nurture seeds to fruition. It takes so much patience and hope. It takes discipline and offers absolutely no immediate gratification. When I walk on to our back porch and see what Mr. L has done I am humbled by how extraordinary it is that all of these things sprang from small seeds in the ground. There is a life principle here. Also, my small herb garden is in critical condition. Not sure what that says about me...