Tuesday, February 13, 2018

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.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
  1. I love sunny days, when I’m inside. Sometimes it looks so darn beautiful out, then I step outside. Brrr. I am really looking forward to the end of this weather, as I do every year. We won’t see buds on the trees for another three months. But it’s coming!

    1. Yes, the sunny days are often the coldest, aren’t they? Here, soon I hope, they’ll start warming and the melt will begin again.

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