The carafe of Italian Roast tasted strong. I walked out to the garden to clear my head. The basil L and I planted weeks ago died soon after we tucked it in the soil. A brief flurry of snow tailed by a few near freezing nights didn’t help. The seeds would have a fighting chance. I looked for green sprouts but didn’t find any sign of the herb yet. Grass tufts lined the edge of the garden bed close to the reseeded scallions that went wild the past two years. The faded silver and blue pinwheel L christened the bed clicked rhythmically in the stop and go breeze. I imagined the tomato sprouts we started in an egg carton waist high bearing hefty fruit in the coming months. I could hardly wait for summer.
I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.