Deep into it.
In the big garden.
My hands begin to burn a bit from the turning: I have been digging in the dirt for 2 or more hours—my dogs by my feet and about me. I am reminded (on this sunny, warm and incredibly beautiful day) how much I LOVE and ADORE the earth. I return to the worms.
I smell. I see: last year's angelica, yarrow and strawberry are the first to show up. And I can, indeed, see the garlic greening from it's clove.
It is truly a miracle. I am reminded.