Today's bright sun and warm air was a gift for our winter-worn spirits. (Or perhaps more likely it was the time spent working outdoors with friends and catching up after months apart). I struggle this time of year to stay present in each moment and think ahead to summer sales or what the year might provide and what it might not. While planting sweet onions this morning for markets, I thought of a line from Robert Frost's 1915 poem, A Prayer in spring...
"Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year."
One hundred fourteen years have passed since Frost first published those words. Much has changed since then, but evidently too much has not. I found great comfort in that realization today. The older I get the more I recognize the importance of staying connected to our past.