Voices on the Wind Voices in the Garden
GARDENERS’ SPRING by Cappy Love Hanson In the middle of the night, a taskmaster spring bumps its heavy crates and furniture into the vacant house next door. It wakens frowzy-headed gardeners again at dawn with its boom-box reveille wind. Boisterous sunshine unsnuggles us from down-comforted beds beside the hearth, heaves us out of cold-weather luxury to force us, stiff as winter branches, into dungarees and floppy hats, into leather gloves and boots that must be limbered before we tug them on. We stumble outside, shoulder rakes and shovels. Snow has opened like a door and turns out bent perennials and matted grasses clamoring for mulch and mowing.