In the galvanized tin bucket I put
One part bone meal, one cup soil
three cups of lovely black compost,
And fold it all together.
I place the bulbs, sift the mixture in,
And tenderly pat the soil.
"Grow," my soul whispers,
Bring forth the tender green spikes
Which will reach towards the sun,
And bloom in vibrant appreciation
Of my labors.
Catherine Schmidt
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