Dear Garden
Oh my dear garden: its been a while since we have corresponded. I started to write to you about as we descent into Autumn, but I am not sure it is descending; is it more a gentle stroll? I think it is really just the next season: the next cycle of the year with its own beauties and joys.
We are entering the darker, wetter, colder months and the shortness of the days is the hardest part for me. So signs of the return of the light are always welcome. Imagine my delight as I was walking through the front garden the other day to see this snowdrop deciding to flower. There is was, tiny and a little rain battered and yet to my eyes - perfect.
It is a perfect signal of hope for the Spring that will come. For this is just the vanguard, the herald of what will follow. Most of the snowdrops are just starting to break their way through the soil. Just the very tips are reaching upwards: almost like missiles emerging from their silos but with no bad intention. All these snowdrops will bring is joy.
It is not unusual to have a snowdrop or two flower early. I was only looking the other day to see if one that usually appears around about now in the back garden was making an appearance to no avail. Maybe they are taking it in turns?
Already it feels like the garden is moving into its Winter retreat: taking that step into the dark where I hardly see it from day start to day end. If I am out at work I will leave in the dark and return in the dark. If I am working from home I still seem to struggle most days to wander outside and see how the garden is doing.
I cling to these moments of hope. It feels like you, my garden, is reaching out to me: saying 'notice me and what you are really noticing is that all is well?' Dear garden: I notice you.
Until next time
Your loving gardener xx
Take care and be kind.
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