I spent the afternoon with my hands in the dirt.
Pulling out weeds, and so much dead foliage. The last tenants had not cared for the garden.
I slowly saw the messy, dead earth transform, to scarred dirt, loosened, fresh. I added some new soil, the new to the old bringing life back to the earth.
I planted bulbs. I scooped holes in the fresh earth, and planted them deep inside. Covered back with earth, and watered. I won't know if the bulb will flower until the spring.
Transformation, from my hands, the old dead earth, refreshed, anew with the possibility of new life.