She plants

Following a familiar path,

one she could walk with eyes closed,

her trowel in one hand

and a bag of daffies in the other

she pauses at a clump of leaves,

have I planted in this spot,

she ponders.

Stooping to feel the damp earth

her fingers dig into the soil

grasping a handful to determine

it its been worked in the last month,

feeling the hardness of soil.

Deeper and deeper the trowel digs

creating a hole double wide,

bulbs are gently placed into their winter home

closer than instructions instruct, after all

they are written from another continent.

Back filling with sand and home made compost

her tiny feet trample the spot

while the watering can soaks the newly planted

refraining from sticks and signs

leaving the surprise and joy

of a colourful welcome to spring

she believes.