‘Don’t Piss Off The Fairies’, reads the sign.
It’s good advice, and sound advice
until you realize you’ve no idea
what might annoy a Garden Fairy
I spent this early Spring afternoon with my hands in the soil. I knelt and methodically weeded and loosened the winter-packed earth. Then, carefully smoothed the surface and measured out my rows and gently settled the tiny seeds, alternating and repeating double rows of lettuce, spinach, and carrots. The sun warmed my back; the breeze still blew with a chill. The earth released the scent of hope.