Raindrops cling like crystal chandeliers to tender leaves emerging, as if to magnify the day's scant light. My feet fall soft on damp ground yet to be tilled and readied for the year's planting. Where winter weeds now sprawl tangled, soon heirloom tomato stalks will rise, towering over squash vines and bush beans. Cucumbers will teem crisp and fresh for crocks full of Mama's bread and butter pickles. Herbs will frame against the rocks, lending their fragrance to sultry summer evenings, as butterflies dance in pairs above purple plumes and roses of red velvet.