New Ground

Winter winds down and new soil waits under grass. To till, shovel and  prepare for the seeds and starts. A cycle that takes more and more precedence. So many things go astray, lost to human drama, but the growing things are a constant. There is still much in the larder from years past, but the looming reality of fresh from the ground food always makes my blood quicken. The days go by fast, though, and the tasks are always so, so many. The soil here is thick and dark. Doesn't need much to grow fine, fine veggies. It is also the climate I know how best to work in or at least it was. It grows increasingly difficult to know what each season will bring. Daylight's a wasting. The old rototiller waits.