It's a truth as old as time,
But every year it amazes me:
No matter how brutal the winter,
Spring always comes.
Small bright green life shoots out from the dead brown decay.
Plants want to grow.
With the first wave of sunshine,
I search around my garden for life.
I find new determined mint leaves.
New small wisps of chives peek out of the ground.
Every year, I am filled with hope.
I plant my peas and spinach seeds in the thawed soil.
Knowing that from this simple act, life WILL begin.