Dirt under my Fingernails —a poem reflecting on spring activities

time to watch the dandelions grow
with the scent of freshly baked bread,
if you know you know

almost time to rake the leaves
scent of soil permeates my nose,
while the shrinking snowman grieves

as the dirt under my fingernails
leaves depressions in the soil,
tiny seeds will grow or fail

joyous season is almost here
I will ride my scooter through the trail,
the sun will finally reappear
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I wrote this poem, thinking of my own activities of late. Planning this years garden, planting seeds to start it, and of course my journey with baking gluten-free bread from scratch.

I have a new scooter arriving next week, that I can’t wait to get outdoors on and ride around our trails on. Ultimately I have spring fever just flowing through me, energizing me for the future.

What spring activities are you looking forward to the most?

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