we hadn't had rain in weeks. The fields to the left—baked bare. The pastures to the right—exhausted, dusty, and parched. But the fog stayed here. Right over our windrows. Right over the exact ground where we've been building soil for fifteen years.

Moma loves spring. We didn't make it to the azalea sale this year. A letter about sad seasons, the RE words I love — renewal, restoration, resurrection — and why the earth keeps turning green whether we're ready or not.

We bought it used but loved, knowing it had started its life at Walt Disney World. Then we followed the thread back — and found Walt Disney's own words about soil and nature that stopped us cold.