It’s a windy sloppy day and I have income taxes to wrestle with (bleagh), but I have my miniature crops to tend!
Look at those little celeries! So cute, avidly swiveling every day to hug the sunlight.
This is my favorite time of year, when the windowsills are all full of seed trays, and dreams abound – Oh, there will be abundant, lush crops of this and that – as the seeds start to shuck husks and uncurl themselves, stand up and turn green. Potential!
This reminds me of the intent of words: Potent – potential, abound- abundance…