It’s May, the reason I haven’t posted or come around to visit for awhile,
the marathon month for Rivergreen, our small family business.
May, the tiny window during which I dig a gazillion holes
and muster up soil from red clay and tuck in flowers and herbs and veggies and trees,
painting the earth with living art
in this small slice of time
before she turns up the oven quick and begins to bake the clay of my designs
into the gardens they’ll be for the long growing season.
It’s May, the reason that I grin tired thanks for the wildflowers
winking from the roadways as I drive along dirty and sweat-soaked
and going in a hurry to the next somewheres that I’ve also gotta be.
It slows the too-fast of my heart to watch their effortless dance.
I love how simple. How easy.
I think of you while I’m down there on my knees,
you know, humming your name to heaven
and smiling thanks for the gift that you are.
I’ll be back with more soon.
I’m almost in the short rows.