It seems like a minute ago that I was lamenting my pathetic attempt at vegetable gardening last fall. But here we've passed through the winter from hell and come out the other side. Hope springs eternal - I planted 40 tiny boxes with at least 4 seeds each on April first. And my gardening prowess (or lack thereof) is a steady constant. Out of all those little seeds, only 5 managed to sprout.
But luck is with me on almost every other front. My mother-in-law managed to survive a horrific accident back in January and her recovery is nothing short of a miracle. Her strength is an inspiration to me. Her son has made me so happy these last months. And I started writing a new book back in December that absorbs and obsesses me.
Here's hoping that spring has managed to shoot new life into your days and nights. May the season be blessed and joyous.
