I'd like to have nothing to do
one of these years when Spring arrives.
We are always so busy un-Wintering ourselves and preparing for Summer.
It sucks, Spring.
What always happens to you sucks.
The most in-between of the seasons - somehow you seem to get taken for granted. All your effort, and we run around with our buzzing mowers and our dripping brushes.
We trample the tender shoots, we miss the sleight-of-hand adjustment to the angle of sunlight.
I promise this to you and to me - one of these years I will have nothing to do but enjoy your arrival.
