Verdant Dreams

O dreary, drab, garden space, how you haunt me,
Beckoning me to the kitchen window to stare out at your barrenness!

I long for luscious, ripe tomatoes, fragrant sweet basil or some frumpy, bumpy squash,
For the warmth to return to the soil so I can go put my hands in it and be renewed.

*sigh*

For now, dear garden, just rest, sure in the knowledge that fresh compost and warm rains are not too far away. And I'll try to sit tight, too - poring over my seed catalogues, planning my strategies to thwart the deer, using up the rest of the canned goodness from last year's garden.

And dreaming verdant dreams.