Trying to find the light and positive, seeking the warmth of the Arizona early spring. My vegetable garden is going wild, eating up buffalo loam and drinking up as much water as I can provide. The heat comes on strong, and stronger.

Again, I plant a garden. And again, the earth reminds me everything happens in its own season. It is as pointless to dream of watermelon in February as it is to hope for citrus on the trees come May.