This year’s first little dreams have been dropped into the soil.
This year, I’m going to be like the little red hen. I’m going to plant and weed and water and work. I’m going to spin about the garden with my hoe like a Tazmanian devil. I’m going to grow beanstalks so tall, you could climb them up to the clouds and find a giant’s castle. My flowers will be so big, fairies will take up residence, and my hens will lay golden eggs.
It’s nearly Spring! The world is full of magic again.