Blessed be the city water in un-metered abundance, according to what was freely given.
Blessed be the California sun. Scourge of the green grass; anathema of the cold-blooded.
Blessed be the potting soil. Rich and dark and dank with potential energy.
Blessed be the ants. Their tunnels a holy sacrament of aeration.
Blessed be the Spring rain and Summer warmth. Handmaidens of the Hops.
Blessed be the dormant life. The stone rolled away. The empty pot.
Blessed be the absentee caretaker, who did not labor or spin.
Blessed be the resurrected Hops.
Also written on this day...
- feelings - 2021
- grandkid-a-palooza - 2010
- same old stuff - 2009
- hairyguy30 - 2006
- everybody's lootering - 2005
- wayne presents - 2004
woot! get thee brewed into some beer!