My friends are coming back, though they rise to greet the sun, though the rise to touch the breeze, though they rise to feel the rain, though they rise because it is how they are made, still I can't help but feel they rise to meet me. As I bow down to greet them.
How happy I am to see them return.
Hello hello hello. :)
(I will try to be back later with a photo of my rising plants. But everyone is home today, as Bob and Cheese both have off)