“A GRAY DAY … but, strangely enough, a gray day makes the bunches of daffodils in the house have a particular radiance” 

― May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude

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We drive through the farmlands north of us to a dairy farm to get a load of compost. I throw my camera in the truck, just in case, and shoot these out of the truck window. The day is gray, but it is not raining and by the time we get home the clouds have cleared some. We spend the day among the rich soil, redoing the beds in the vegetable garden, and giving the flowers and fruit trees some much needed nourishment. I am sore and dirty by the time we call it quits, but bask in the familiarity, both physically and mentally, a day in the garden holds for me. Past gardens are remembered, and the anticipation of what this years garden might bring, fills me with joy, and nourishes my soul.

It has been a very long winter.

I shot these with my Lensbaby Velvet 85 lens
out the window of our moving truck.