To: Spring

I am breaking with my usual posts to share with you my Saturday afternoon of bliss potting plants. I spent the past three hours under an unusually hot and blazing sun (for this time of year), covered in velvety rich soil. I watched bees hover around the lavender, a brilliant orange butterfly kiss the calla lilies, a couple hummingbirds resting their weary wings. What peace!

Fresh Spring!
The world is only
Nine days old --
O fields and mountains!
- Matsu Basho (1644 -1694)

all the more I wish to see
in those blossoms at dawn
the face of god
- Matsu Basho