A plant doesn't argue with the season.
It doesn't petition for more sun or rail against the frost.
It works with the light it gets.
Or it doesn't. But it never wastes energy on the calendar.
We're not so generous with ourselves.
We wait for better conditions. For the hard stretch to pass.
For a better month to start becoming who we meant to be.
The season is what it is.
What are you growing in it?
