There's something incredibly beautiful in the first shoots of something planted by one's own hands breaking the crust of the earth. I was overanxious to start a garden this spring, and we planted seeds about three weeks ago. I worried over them as snow fell several times and nothing but weeds surfaced. However, three or four days ago, the snow peas started pushing up through the ground, parting the moist soil with the strength of a nascent seedling.
And so it is, the circle of life. The winter has been very cold and snowy this year, and it has taken a long time to get rid of the snow. There is still a chill in the ground, as well as in my heart; but there is a small seedling. It is spring.