wrought iron tulips

Up early this morning

The garden called to me to come out,

be with it.

I grabbed my camera,boots, and opened the door.

The sun was just rising in the east

a pretty sky of blue and pink...golden rays of

light casting over trees and buildings,

so pretty.

The snow crunched under my feet as I walked around the garden.

Doesn't look like much this time of year...not

the Janis Joplin wildness that it will become by July

yes, Jennifer, I have that wildness in me

I'm a wench...a bawdy lover of the garden

in its wildest behavior

I seek to tame little....just a bit of order

This morning the little tulip wrought iron fencing

stopped me to ponder upon it

My son-in-law went to a lot of trouble rescuing this bit of
Chicago Lutheran history for me
....I was supposed to get the entire fence..but a thief

beat him to it.....but I am happy ...so content to have this bit of

of Trinity Swedish Lutheran Church, that is no more.

The convergence of these thoughts makes me a bit sad

for my son-in-law is going through so much right now

and being a human and a grandma....I ask ..why Lord?

But this fence of tulips humbles me

Tulips in the dead of winter...joy

and my son -in-law gave this to me

Thank you garden for calling me out

to see this...feel this

accept this

Look, there is my buddy the squirrel

who I saw a few days ago doing the wild thing in my Horsechesnut tree

when it was 50 degrees out
..we must operate on hope,faith and love.
how else does the garden grow?