It’s well into spring.
The ground is soft and warm.
I break up the dirt with my garden fork.
The earth smells clean and good.
I sculpt a row of holes in the soft soil.
and carefully transplant the tomato seedlings.
Now I have to protect them
and water them and hope for sunshine
and a healthy crop at harvest time.
I look across the garden at my little girl.
It’s really the same thing, I think.
© by Stephanie Lynch.
Used with the author’s permission.