Happy spring to my backyard plants

Jumping time, and

Living organisms begin to swarm, grow, & flourish

No longer do I stare out at blizzards

But rather my mother's shadow.

The wooden planks hold the bed stable

Each plant in its position,

we tuck them with water,

spreading a layer across the comfy dirt

and watching the plants go to sleep.

We sing our lullabies that glorify

& enlighten each and every plant,

encouraging growth.

I watch these plants grow with love,

with care, with innovation.

Just as each parent has their hacks,

so does each gardener. Because that's what gardening is—

a mother-child relationship. Each day requires a lifestyle,

time with insect frenemies, food fertilizer, and water

blankets. Time together is a healthy one.

A happy one.

Inspired by a poem behind my Chobani Oatmilk carton!