Hamamelis 'Jelena'
All week I have been watching the earth soften. As it let go of its rigidity
it soaked up the rain and the last snow as though deeply thirsty.
The dry grasses and old leaves have taken on warm yellow and russet tones,
different from the winter gray so prominent for three months now.
The final rot of the old cycle is at work and the earth reaches up to devour it.
At dusk last night, I ran out in the drizzle, lightly stirred some soil in the potager
and threw in some of last year's lettuce and arugula seeds. They were greedily
gobbled up by the black dirt so eager to get started back to work. As am I.
