Between naptime and school,

after shopping and getting fuel,

I find time to plant tulips and roses,

holding the hoe like a yogi poses.

My spine bends, my toes dig in.

This small garden is the beginning

of an end to my unrest,

the start of a new quest.

Peas and tomatoes,

lettuce and potatoes.

As I dig I don’t wonder why?

I simply feel time fly.

This is a space where I belong.

Now for land I long.

It takes time but at last,

husband agrees, time-in-town is past.

Out of this development we go,

to a patch of earth with room to sow

the seeds of contentment I have found

and am ready to toss in the ground.