[Seasons: Spring XI]
Hope is a dangerous enterprise.
Hope doesn’t need an execution plan to ground it in what’s real. Hope is the action. And that’s why it’s dangerous. It always assumes the full spectrum of risks found in change and growth and what’s new.
Spring promotes hope on the farm. A farmer doesn’t hope his seeds will germinate and eventually produce food. Hope *is* the planting of seeds. Hope is mixing the growing medium in the greenhouse. Hope is putting on the rubber boots before heading out to do the work.
It’s spring but it can still freeze.
The buds are about to open.
So are the daffodils.
But they might die under the pressure of frost.
We prepare the seeds anyways because the world we dream of includes this kind of food. Despite the risk. Despite the grief and hardship. And that’s hope. It’s the doing before the forecast is for sure, before the changes are permanent and guaranteed.
