There is hope in the garden

Though I am weighed down right now

with the news of a wonderful writer,friend,mentor's

death

Though I am weighed down by a friend's suffering chemo

and loneliness

Though I am filled with prayers for good news forthcoming

for a family member

though, though, though

all this worldly spirit weight of the being

There is the garden

hope and promise

rising through the wet mud

gray days

cold air

Despite all this harshness

m' lady garden

rises

Continues the process

it is called to do

 

Lady Robin has finished her nest

despite horrible rain and wind

 

She kept picking grass and mud

arranging and rearranging the lining of her nest

swirling around and around making it just right

for her eggs

Now she is settled in

I assume she has eggs now

....Yesterday she sat on that nest

while it rained

and rained

...and it was cold

But she did what she was called to do

 

Signs

all over

the blood root rises



 

and the bluebells

the aconites

the trillium

and the sedum

I thought to save this for my artist friend, April
...she loves nature stuff
(for her studio)
...oops
I think I have waited too long
...

Even the common daffodils
are risen from the desolate looking earth

and the peonies

 

Nothing special happening in my garden
....the ordinary
AHHH
but the ordinary
is my saving grace