…from the weather. Cold rain, cold wind (and some snow). Majorly miserable Mother’s Day. Pity the poor parents coping with cooped-up kids.

Mother’s Day is supposed to be the day, at least in this part of the world, when it is safe to plant a garden and move indoor-started seedlings out into their hardening-off phase. Another frost warning tonight, however.
But, in honor of the occasion, a poem I may have posted previously:

Putting in the Seed

Robert Frost

You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.