I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith – the substance of things hoped for.
Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams
It’s hard to believe that a few weeks ago the snow was melting rapidly and I was celebrating the appearance of the first crocus poking up in my flower bed. Now there’s ice-encrusted snow everywhere and our street is a mess of frozen ruts.
We are enjoying a run of sunny days, and that does makes it better.
If only the trajectory toward spring continued in a straight line once it started. If only progress on our life plans was always predictable and steady.
But it doesn’t, and it’s not, and so we learn to adapt. We learn to rest and embrace the wait.
And seed catalogues . We pull out seed catalogues.