Monday was also going to be the start of our long-awaited gardening season. But, per usual this spring, it rained. We were more disappointed than 1,000 wet marathoners. But Tuesday broke warm and sunny. For the first time in five months, my nose was filled with freshly mown grass, tilled Earth and warm air. After a day’s delay, Mother Nature finally let us have a garden day. My parents insist on garden days once a week. If they miss one, they'll fall behind, and their gardens will go all season being just a little behind. This winter has been so raw that the ground itself is two weeks behind. The back of our shed where the gutters empty is the only place where the grass has grown green and thick. There are some sprouts in Foley's garden, but nothing has bloomed. If you are close to the ground, you can hear the roots singing if as they make their way to the sun. During the cold winter months, we met Foley in our dreams and planned the upcoming garden season.