Breaking Soil

I marvel at happy, green broccoli seedlings breaking soil after only three days, but only some of the lettuce is up.  I worry when I don’t see sprouts as soon as I think I should.  Planting seeds stretches my ability to trust something mostly out of my control.

About literarylee

I sling words for a living. Always have, always will. Some have been interesting and fun; most not. These days, I write the fun words early in the morning before the adults are up and make me eat my Cream of Wheat.
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