I crave spring, and its energy and vitality. I crave warm weather and sunshine and the smell of buds on the breeze. I crave lunches in the park and the first blushing sunburn of the year. I crave the first deep breath on a Sunday morning, on the back porch when the sun isn't quite high enough to blind, but still shines enough to warm away the early chill. I crave the joyous alive-ness of it all, and the feeling that I'm part of it.

I'm getting ready to plant my containers for this year, too - flowers, herbs, some veggies. I've started some seeds to get a head start, but it's not enough - I want to be working in the soil, waking up the life force that's dormant there, reminding the plants to wake up and grow and blossom. I've worked out which plants will go where, what's going to be planted together, all the details to put together a lush back porch paradise...and now it's all siting, locked and loaded, just waiting for the last frost date to pass.

The waiting is killing me.

Sadly, that phrase is true on many levels.

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17 December 2007: A ruse, a rant, and a poem. It's short.
11 December 2007: Music & falling....story of my life.
08 December 2007: Briefly...ish.
29 November 2007: A poem, a rant, a lesson.