Barefoot through wet grass. The smell of damp soil, sun on bare arms.
Teasing seedling weeds out from between the onions. Gently helping bean stems find a hold on bamboo canes.
Bees in the comfrey. Dewdrops twinkle on soft plumes of fennel.
Stems grow, day by day, inch by inch. Leaves unfold into the light.
I am back in my rightful place. The garden and I exhale and relax.