there is something about this time of year
in which i long to be outdoors.
i long to fill my pots with new, fresh plants
and make my yard beautiful.
i love to dig in the dirt with my hands and feel it between my fingers.
i love the way fresh dirt smells.
i love to feel the sun on my back and my shoulders.
i think i could sit in the sun and do nothing in particular
for the better part of a day.
(good thing i live in phoenix).
and, of course, every garden
needs a gnome...