This week my winter hibernating ends.
There is work to do-
in all of the usual places:
my garden, my closets, my garage, and even in my car.
Work is an interesting thing.
It creates itself.
At least it does for me.
I work by working-
not by thinking about working.
Does that make sense to anyone?
Just as creating breeds creativity,
working creates work.
So I am coming out of my snug , winter cave.
*The water ticket has been purchased.
*The bonnet for the irrigation valve is ready.
*I am going to cast fertilizer before the water is turned on.
*Our grass will get a ‘good watering’ as my mother would say.
*I am going to walk my yard in my baby blue rubber boots, with water swirling all around.
*I am going to work.