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I am digging in soil right now,

Planting plants I bought months ago.

Months ago, when I had enthusiasm for spring,

I bought plants with my granddaughter.

On a sunny day in March

She picked out the prettiest ones

Not suited

For my sandy soiled landscape of no sun.

But we bought them,

Brought them home

Placing them near a bright window 

Per the gardener’s instruction, and

Waited for the warmth. But,

Then it got cold,

Then I went on a cruise,

Then I said hell they will die anyway,

Then they didn’t,

So I’m planting them,

Bless their little green hearts,

Well into Spring, nearly summer,

In my sunless, sandy patio garden.

There is a bird’s nest in one of my pots.

Spring came regardless.