The land too poor for any other crop,
is best for raising men. ~ R. Pocock
It's such a blessing to live above the fertile valleys of Kent, Auburn, Puyallup, Sumner & Orting. In days gone by they were the destination of many a Sunday driver, as well as the gateway to National Forests that are, even today, breath-taking in their beauty.
These rural realms lay in a direct path between the stately Mt. Rainier and the city of Seattle. All along the way the land is dotted with farms, fields, dairies & ranches, where even today a profusion of crops make ready for Spring & Summer harvests; crops like Daffodil, Hyacinth & Tulip bulbs. Dill Weed & Alfalfa. Cucumbers. Raspberry & Blueberry vines. From certain views the expanse of flowers looks more like a carpeted scene from Holland than this locale so near a booming metropolis.
One thing's certain: the unseeing eye has not beheld even half the labor that's gone into the valley's prolific profusions.
I feel a lot like those fields. The soil of my soul has been tilled, amended, seeded & watered. It's warmed by the sun; relieved by the gray cloud cover. In some quarters there are tender shoots just now beginning to break through the surface. In another patch are fully developed flowers, though not yet sturdy-of-stock enough to be cut or harvested. Nothing is eager to be loosened.
It's just where I am. Laboring and tending. I can hardly wait to observe the yield. It's coming.
The master's eye is the best fertilizer. ~ Pliny the Elder