I'm Almost Ready
But not quite. 2009. It seems like such a big deal, with so many hopes and heartaches waiting in the anticipation. As though the trees are whispering of winds yet to rustle their branches even while they ready their roots for decay. Birds preparing in winter for nests they may not find in spring - but the worms seem so abundant already. The soil is black as soot. How better to plant new crops? Just remember to feed more than is consumed ... commit yourself to supply the demands. Then all things will prosper. Right?




