Time passes when you let it. Stuck hanging in previous seasons – losing all meaning and sense of mindfulness.
Not even sure I saw this years spring bloom.
Granted, it happens overnight here in Minnesota. Ice thaws. Frost ridden leftovers of a cold, chilled heart melts. Traces of blood still all too visible in what should be a pure process. What the fuck kind of genetically modified monstrous food will this tainted water allow the soil to garner?
Spring is here and I still can’t tell.
Still can’t see beyond the thick brush of thorns, ragweed and the few lilies blooming between dandelions.
What good is a garden that just won’t grow?