Yesterday, while wandering through my yard, I found eight new tulip spears poking through the earth! I smiled as I remembered planting the new tulip bulbs with my two sons last fall. I strolled through the yard looking for other signs of new growth. A potential bud here and there and the steaming compost pile make me long for my gloves and shovel. Just a few more days until the weekend and digging.
Putting bulbs in the ground each Fall is an act of faith in the ancient rhythms of the earth. Gardening is an act of hope and love that often results in the heartfelt satisfaction and reward of tiny plants peeping through cracked dirt. The sweep of green that returns to the prairies reminds me of another resurrection, that enduring symbol of rebirth that I feel in my bones when witnessing the groundbreaking new life on spring days exactly like this one.
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Michele -- I am so happy to hear there are signs of spring in Calgary! Sounds like this was a winter to be away and I'm glad to read that it may be finished by the time we are back. -Theresa
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