blue light shining in the bedroom window disoriented me, though the bird song followed soon to mark the start of day. The sun rose and cast long shadows as I checked on Spring’s slow progress. The raised beds need some repair. Dear son built the first of them about ten years ago. Uncovering one or two, was not premature, as forgotten daffodils were released . The beds with garlic did not get a winter blanket; the bulbs grew through the long Winter months. Small sign posts that Spring would come . My usual zeal for Easter has waned this year. Though some decorative touches will be apparent, Spring feels different this year. My fondest garden mentor is no longer with us; I miss our usual chatter and banter about the garden. My college roommate left the world this year and much too soon because there is still so much we haven’t spoken of in the garden. She was just hitting her stride in the gorgeous and grand world of gardening. Dear son is living far away in the high desert of New Mexico and we will miss his usual raucous, funny and larger than life presence around our holiday table.
Come on Spring! Easter is here and the equinox signaled equal day and night. Now just days later, we should be feeling MORE day than night! Less feeling of loss, darkness and death and more of life and growth. Thank you iris,
you know what is needed!