The last few weeks I’ve spent removing the blanket of leaves from my garden.
It’s a tedious but necessary task.
Last fall John mowed up the leaves from the yard
And dumped them on my garden.
It’s a natural way to protect the garden from winter.
I’m grateful he took the time to chop and distribute all those leaves.
But once spring begins.
It’s time to remove the blanket
And let the sunshine in.
This is not a quick haphazard job.
It needs to be done carefully
To protect the tender shoots
Emerging from their winter’s sleep.
The new life that is sprouting forth.
As a result I spend hours on the ground
At eye level
Observing miracle after miracle.
Nurturing the garden
And my soul.
Each spring I am in awe of this process.
What may look like a garden of dirt one week
Will quickly begin to unfurl
And hope does not disappoint us.