Sleep tight.
Soon you will yawn and stretch your green shoots upward.
We will busy ourselves with grooming you and feeding you and tidying up your spaces.
You will send us gifts of blossoms — pinks and blues and yellows.
And perfumes — sweet and spicy.
There will be raspberries to pick and eat right there in the garden.
And vegetables to harvest for late summer dinners.
We will sit sometimes on low chairs on the lawn and think how lucky we are.
How thankful.
