someday i will have a greenhouse.
it will have a gravel floor, and ferns will drink up its humidity.
there will be room to tuck a wicker chair in the corner.
i will drink steaming cups of darjeeling tea there.
it will have a view of the green mountains.
jasmine will bloom from hanging baskets.
seeds will be started in the latest days of winter,
and salad greens will grow when there is snow on the ground.
i will read the secret garden to our grandchildren in its shelter.
until then, i am intoxicated by our blooming
meyer lemon here in CT.
you can be sure it will find a place of honor
in our greenhouse some day.