When I step out the door, I hear new bird voices accompanied by the trickle of melting drips, each conducted through time by temperature. The air feels changed and I consider going barefoot outside. I do my watering rounds and find eager sprouts reaching for sunlight, my daily dose of enchantment. In the afternoon, Rufus and I pull a greenhouse frame out of the weeds and start loading it onto a trailer to deliver to our neighbors. As we move each piece of the frame, I remember building and rebuilding our greenhouses. It takes a bit of teamwork to get them up, but once they’re in place, they become this sun-powered, season extending haven for growing food. I imagine our friends walking within the warmth and smile.

~Joy