Last Saturday I helped out at my in-laws planting 250 Christmas tree seedlings at their tree farm. I always enjoy the time away from the ordinary to get in the dirt and help out. These words were more or less a random stream of thoughts that went through my head as we planted the trees.
This is the second poem I wrote about Saturday’s plantings. My first one was a How To poem.
iblessings 
Ah, this was lovely. The joy of being one with the earth now and the hope of future joys for the fruits of your labor.