Reporting For Duty

The weather has warmed.

The sunshine on my face, feels friendly once again.

There is lots of work to do around the garden, planting, raking , scrubbing, and banishing all signs of Winter.

It's a time of rejuvenation, I'm ready to roll up my sleeves and report for duty.

March

The cock is crowing,

The stream is flowing,

The small birds twitter,

The lake doth glitter

The green field sleeps in the sun;

The oldest and youngest

Are at work with the strongest;

The cattle are grazing,

Their heads never raising;

There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated

The snow hath retreated,

And now doth fare ill

On the top of the bare hill;

The plowboy is whooping—anon-anon:

There's joy in the mountains;

There's life in the fountains;

Small clouds are sailing,

Blue sky prevailing;

The rain is over and gone!

~William Wordsworth