In the end, I did plant the seeds

I should let the backyard bring me joy, while we have it.

Last Sunday, on one of those warm days that taunt New Yorkers with the fleeting promise of spring, I started some seeds.

I was a little late to it—I knew that. Mostly because I’ve been busy and feeling overwhelmed, but also because I had been waffling over whether or not to even bother this year.

In all likelihood we will be moving this fall—maybe even so…