
It always happens, though. Eventually spring chases winter back into its cave and the first green shoots peek above the dirt.
Even in Jersey City on fifth floor balconies zucchini and beets and lilac and inexplicably brussel sprouts peek above the edge of their containers to watch the sun rise over the Hudson River.
Life turns toward life.
Always.



1 comment:
And, I might add, let's fertilize and reap the harvest.
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