Garden blogging in February takes more than a little imagination and inspiration in the Northeast. Though this has been the Winter not arriving, my walks around the garden have been few. So early this evening, I threw on a warm jacket, walked around the property. A glowing evening, but a soft glow of golds and browns and silvers….
I look for the sight of a bird with an angel on wing, or wild animal who hesitates with a meaningful slow gaze in my direction. Some sign that he knows I come outside to feel his spirit, to reckon with this year of being alive in the world without him. Looking for Mother Nature to quell my angst over his two year struggle with Alzheimers? The struggle ended last year.
The look in a small dog’s eye who searches beyond, where I look too. The shadow of a branch falls against the heart. Where has he gone? What part is still here?