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I see new life

I can't help it--the very smallest peek of a new bud on the maples, the tip of leaf from a bulb or a seed opening to the light and I am excited all over again. Whew! We made it. (Not that I ever doubted it.) There's something in the darkness, the bone cold fog, however brief it is here in Central California, that chills my soul. And I am out in the first sun looking for evidence of light and life and renewal again. Again. Again. I am not sure if it was my mother who I know hated winter's killing fog and storms as much as the mountain's isolation where we grew up, or my grandmother, an inveterate gardener, who gave me this heritage, probably both combined--flee the dark, embrace the growing light, green as opposed to grey.
I am trying a cold frame and have access to a friend's greenhouse now to further my gardening season, yet each new seedling is still as exciting as the last, the 10000000000000th as enlightening as the 1000th. Silly me. So enjoying a plant. Plants. Growth. Life. Distilled sunlight. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . .

Tags: garden, growth, life, light, new, seedlings, spring