Ahhhh. I love spring. Growing up in San Diego, my concept of seasons were: Need a jacket/Don't need a jacket. It wasn't until I got into gardening 5 years ago that I really started to get in tune with seasons and cycles. Gardening is the closest thing to an organized religion that I've got. Hooray for spring! Fresh budding leaves...so pure and perfect...little kermit-green messiahs screaming with energy and life. That's a rebirth I can believe in.

April 1, nineteen98