Spring rains are falling, soft and sound,
While onions nestle in the ground.
Planting tips? We've got a few,
But warnings? Well—they won't stop you.

You'll buy too much, and that's just fine,
With garden dreams on down the line.
Darrin's worms are thriving still,
Turning scraps with quiet skill.

Foliar sprays—do they hold weight?
Let’s dig in, investigate.
And garden tomatoes, fresh and red—
Why do they dance upon your head?

A word to savor, light and tree:
The dappled glow of Komorebi.
So grab your boots, begin again—
The garden's calling. Come on in!