Oh the frustration of cold days in the spring
especially the mornings when I like most to be in the garden
But life is much like the garden
you must be patient and adaptable to survive its fickleness
Last night as I laid in bed listening to the radio
I heard  there was a possible frost warning
Now, I was all snug in the bed and this wench
wasn't about to run all over the garden covering things
lord of the garden...Stafford, please keep the frost away
shazam... he's good...no frost 
This morning I saw that the wild hyacinth is blooming
amongst the wild geraniums and sweet woodruff

and a bearded iris bathing in light

and oh light and reflection in the water...truly a joy

and our Illinois wild columbine

and Solomon seal and wild geraniums

and my prized yellow trillium

A friend of ours died suddenly this past week
and I thought, while walking in the garden this morning,
of all the things he worried about
...things that don't matter any more



footsteps flatten grass
birds eat at feeders
presence left behind