My day was rearranged when I went out into the back yard to to bring out some compost, and found boulders being dumped at the edge of my new neighbor's yard bordering mine, the one behind ours to the east. They explained that they were making room to create egress windows where there had been only window wells. (We had done the same for Yotam's bedroom and Zalman's office.)
I began to notice how shaggy and bereft my own back yard looked, and began to gather, sort, arrange, pitch, relocate...all the things I should have been doing seasonally for the last two years, and had not. I did things slowly, shyly; as if renewing acquaintance after a long period of neglect---an unfortunate truth. I rediscovered the tomato cages, irrigation parts, bricks, seasoned firewood, empty birdfeeders, the lost dried-corncob-holder, clothespins, long screws, pliers, deer netting. I stacked dry firewood with its cousins up against the brick of the house near the back door; those bits had, for some reason, been living out on the grass in the yard. Surely the neglected grass, evergreens, bushes, horseradish, garlic, mint, burdock, sumac might forgive me, if I care for them and talk nice to them and tell them, this Spring, how lovely they are.
The world is calling to me again, and I am hearing it.