in some ways the lilac flowers seem a very long way off but seeing the big fat buds is very cheering (even if the camera doesn't seem to know how to properly translate the marvelous blue of that northern sky)
one year ago today i opened this "gate" to the garden my garden seeking a new way via a new (for me) tool to create to share to immerse myself in the balm of Her surprises & gifts Her rewards for endurance & faith.
Thank you, all of you for stopping in and embracing what i have offered with your enthusiastic support and affection.
the garden is my safe place
has been for many years
ever since it rescued me when my
mind and body began falling apart...but
that's too long and boring for me to want to talk
about. been there done that and there
are no known cures, yet, for what ails me,
and what ails me isn't going to kill me, so...
I go into the garden.
these stupid ailments depress me
staying inside makes it worse and worse
but who am I kidding? I've always needed to be outside
always needed the car windows rolled
down so I could stick my face in the
wind and my head out when grown ups
so when my brain got too foggy for
anything else I went outside and started
didn't matter how slow I moved because
I wasn't doing it for anyone or for money
nobody was watching
except the cats from the windows sometimes
(I wish they could be with me but I live on a busy street)
didn't matter that I found it hard to put words into
sentences that made sense
didn't matter because nobody else was there
May is my favorite month because here where
I live with my sister and two cats
it is the heart of spring. April is a close second.
A week ago the leaves on our long hedge
of lilacs were tiny little things and flower
buds were tightly closed, barely showing
color. two warm, sunny days later the leaves
were double the size and buds swollen into fat
purpley-blue masses ready to burst open.
last night, my sister who can cut some flowers put 'em in a vase and they look fabulous went outside and got some lilacs that
had just begun to open and some daffs and now
our home smells like heaven