Crocus

Nice to get out and the garden again and feel the cold soil under my fingers, breathe in the crisp air and enjoy the sunshine.

Clearing up the leaves and opening up the soil, worms squirming. Bright purple crocuses raising their heads up into the bright day.

I find I am a person who gets intense pleasure from turning rich, dark leaf mulch. Something slow. Something that recycles life from death. The feel and smell of the earth turning.

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