13 days

I
thought
this was the spring
that
I
could
get
a
head
start
on
my
garden.
I
had
always
held
onto
the
belief
that
in
this
place
of
springs
that
are
always
welcomed;
May
15th
was
the
day
one
had
to
wait
to
insure
growth.
I
look
at
the
calender
and
note
that
it
is
May
17th
and
a
hard
frost
hit
last
night.
I
had
covered
the
fragile
basil
in
hopes
that
it
might
survive.
I
now
wait
for
the
sun
to
bring
some
warmth
back
to
the
earth
and
then
the
unveiling
will
take
place.
This
is
the
thought
running
about
my
head
as
I
think
back
on
this
year.
Being
so
close
to
the
end
it
happens
to
be
something
that
is
constant
with
me-
reflection.
After
a
trying
week
it
also
helps
one
to
think
of
all
the
good
things.
This,
I
learned
from
my
Mother.
More
than
just
the
good
things;
this
particular
time
I
am
thinking
about
how
thankful
I
am
for
being
allowed
to
do
what
I
do.
Sure
it
can
be
challenging,
and
frustrating,
and
tiring.
But
my
heart
never
fails
to
warm
when
I
smell
the
diesel
fuel
of
a
bus
in
the
crisp
morning
air
waiting
to
pick
kids
up.
My
basil
survived.