sprouts

The rake would be happy to swing up and hit me in the forehead. Nature is outrageously laden with potential like this, but has no investment in it.

Thankful to be in this green a place. To see seeds sprout. To witness unwrinkling leaves. To catch twin leaves carpeting forth over the brown soil. And to try, in my bumbling lopsided do-over way, to nudge along an overall agenda - a garden - in which the things sprouting have an all-for-broke investment.