There was a time, mid winter, when I could not imagine blossoms. Another hard bout in the hospital with Mum and that feeling of helplessness. But, Mum, cat that she is with all nine of her lives, is now planning her garden and I look out on the farm and it has exploded into petals. The fruit trees are waking up and stretching, the bulbs have all thrust themselves forward and my darling robins are everywhere. So, another lesson in trust. I am planning an outdoor Shakespeare festival and suddenly the world is full of possibilities. But right now, most important, is that the garden calls. I cannot help but answer.