The others still tucked up in bed
Picking lettuce and rocket for our lunches
My breath of fresh air before the busy week begins.
Is heading upwards now, soon to flower
To provide food for the bees.
Not enough for a meal
But a contribution to a stir fry.
Too long kept in the stuffy inside air
There's nothing like the clean fragrant air of spring
With promises of all that is to come.
love and light