Spring, for the outdoor growing world, is like the morning. It is a time to wake up and a time for new things to happen. It is a time to use your eyes and to use your nose and to use the tips of your fingers. Every day there is something new to smell, to hear, to feel.

But spring does not go on forever. It goes into summer and summer brings fall, then winter, and sleep. Next year, though, there will be another spring and it will be like the morning.

From the dust jacket