The warmth of the sun propelled me towards my garden.
All winter, I had agonized over whether to even have one.
But the sun got to me, the 60 degree weather and out I went.
The grapevine needed to be moved-NOW. I didn’t know,
The roots were 6 feet long on three sides-what had I done?
I dug a hole for what I thought would hold the vine.
I dug up half my flower garden trying to save roots.
I replanted daffodils, some with buds, and stomped other plants.
They were trying desperately to peek above ground,
after a cold winter with a big snow only a week ago.
Spring does crazy things to me, It makes me think I am young.
I am strong-the girl in blue jeans and peasant shirts.
Then, a few hours later, I am struggling to make it to the house.
By July, all hope is gone, it seems. September brings a valiant cleanup.
Spring and gardens do something to me that I desperately need.
Somehow, we both have an unquenchable desire to live.
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