Semi-Daily Scribbles

The garden changes with the seasons. There is always sun, air, rain, and soil to keep the garden's beauty from fading, but its yield differs with each revolution. Some years bear bitter words, while at other times the garden is ripe with sentences that stir our passion. Euphoria as a bumper crop; doubt and dilemma are cast out. The almanac states cultivation of the heart begins now. Dig deep to find the belief which will bend the ear of the universe.