Ahhhh. I love spring. Growing up in San Diego, my concept of seasons
were: Need a jacket/Don't need a jacket.
It wasn't until I got into gardening 5 years ago that I really started to
get in tune with seasons and cycles. Gardening is the closest thing to an
organized religion that I've got. Hooray for spring! Fresh budding
leaves...so pure and perfect...little kermit-green messiahs screaming with
energy and life. That's a rebirth I can believe in.
April 1, nineteen98