Springtime in Colorado
Tomorrow it will be May, but today it is April 30, the close-out
of T. S. Elliott’s “the cruelest month.” It snowed in Colorado. The white stuff
will be gone soon, and I’m betting the tulips will survive though they may look
a bit bedraggled for a while. The fruit trees are in bloom, the raspberry
bushes are sprouting new leaves and the rhubarb is alive and well. And the
weeds, of course, are hale and hearty.
I waiver between learning to love dandelions and an intense
desire to dig up each one before or when it blooms, and certainly before it
goes to seed. A hopeless, thankless task that nevertheless has become a
challenge for me.
I’m just thankful for a patch of dirt to dig in. It’s good
for my soul.
