The garden – I want to plant it. Everything in me screams that time is slipping by. (Where I lived for 30+ years, by this time of the year crops were in the ground.)
Mom, however, insists the time is not yet right.
I must wait.
I hate waiting.
Mom’s wisdom was evident this morning as I watched Daughter scrape frost from her car’s windows.
36 degrees. Frost. And, here we are 6 days from May.
When I was a child, May 1 declared barefoot season was upon us – I was free to slip off my shoes and run around with bare feet. The cool clover felt so delightful to my tender, shoe protected feet and the grass tickled as I walked upon it.
I remind myself: “We’re not in Kansas anymore.”