I pulled up some bricks
from the front of the studio i live in
to make room for more garden
In the process old tree roots were removed,
as was the min that had established itself through the small garden
that was there already.
i wove them into this……..
a place where new things are given birth too
Weaving the mint was great
a minty smell released
as i twisted and pulled at the roots
adding a freshness
and a sensualness to the task
then i planted
some bulbs into the new garden…..
a touch too late but fingers crossed
and jumped around in a NIA class
to get some energy moving
through this wintry stiff body of mine…..
and it all feels just a bit better
than it did
with a touch of possibility
ready for spring