promise of a weedy garden
I keep telling myself I’m going to start working in the garden early this year. We briefly enjoyed some warm sunny days when I started to putter around trimming away dead dried up bits and sweeping clear the front patio. But then the weather turned chilly and wet or I turned dozy and napped and the garden beds remain a sprawling green mass. They are overrun with weeds and bolted abandoned growing things. Still, verdant and vibrant. Fecund. Ripe with potential.
