It's time to sow some seeds - it's March

No spruce or redwood, pine or larch!

We've cleared the pond - disturbed the fish

Return to cabin, start to wish

For better days and softer air;

The trees are budding and no longer bare

The tunnel's cover hangs around in shreds

Concealing gravel and manure in beds -

Our seedlings have an invitation plain

We're looking forward to the Green again.

                                                Keith Pettitt.