I’m looking forward.
There are green tomatoes in the vegetable garden. I’m waiting for them to turn red. I’m anticipating the first big ripe tomato. I’m looking forward to eating it.
The golden raspberries are almost gone, but the red raspberries are like green jewels ready to ripen in the sun.
I am waiting for the morning when I can pick the first ripe red raspberry. I am anticipating how good it will taste. I’m looking forward to picking bowls of raspberries
to share to eat.
The sweet corn is tasseling and the silks are showing.
I’m waiting for those first ears of corn to fill out. I’m anticipating how sweet that corn will be when I pick it. I’m looking forward to eating it.
I’m waiting for a special old gardening book to arrive in the mail. I am anticipating what will be between its covers. I’m looking forward to telling readers about it.
I’m good at waiting, good at anticipating and good at looking forward. Why? Because I’m a gardener.