Now, while the growing season is still in childhood, our hearts open wide toward our gardens. Now we train them toward what we imagine will be perfect beauty and yield.
The willfulness of weeds and even the proliferation of the young plants themselves is only beginning. We think we can keep up with them.
But alas! The youthful vigor of our gardens exceeds our own energy. Too soon we turn our attention to the workaday world and leave our latchkey gardens to their own devices. By July, we will be clucking our tongues over their unruly behavior. "But what can we do?" we say to our friends.
For now it is May, we are in love, we believe in our hopes and dreams for the future, and that is sufficient.