A BIT LIKE HOPE

When you harvest all the huge beautiful lettuce and re-compost and re-fertilize and give the bed a little time to rest? And then you plant this little thing. And you think? Wow. It’s a bit like starting over. And a friend says, “like hope.” And you think, “Ya. Exactly like hope.” And doesn’t that just feel right? Doesn’t hope and faith and mercy and promise renew each morning? Renew every day? Renewing. And patiently growing into something wonderful.