Hiatus

Never mind the five inches of snow that fell in one night the second week of April. The last thirty days are a memory. All the waiting is a memory. I bought violas home today and planted them. I brought horse manure home today and planted that too. Never mind that I had to skirt a snowbank in order to get to where I wanted the horse manure to be. When will that snowbank be a memory? My guess is April 30. This is a list of what I can see growing: daffodils, iris, ladies' mantle, yarrow, columbine, lupine, day lilies, sedum, Shasta daisies. Small - yes. Alive - yes. Alive is all that counts.