It’s May, the peak of the year from my perspective. The forest is filled with lacy new leaves in every shade imaginable, from pale pink to vivid green. The songbirds swoop and dive, rejoicing.
We are raking, feeding, planting. My farmer husband drives me nuts with his precise cultivation techniques. We tenderly place a new crabapple tree close to the road where the neighbors can enjoy it, excavating a mammoth rock in the process. We come back inside with aching backs, inexplicably happy. We discover a new Robert Frost poem which says it all. We are…
“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.”
Yes, thank you RF, and thank you May, for reminding us that LOVE is at the heart of the universe. That is why we sing, and laugh, and plant. If you haven’t planted anything yet, you might give it a try.
