If there’s anything more symbolic of hope than a spring flower, it has to be a flower that has not yet opened.
The miracle patch of bulbs that came up all on their own (miracle because I dug them up last fall and planted them elsewhere turn out to be daffodils! I can hardly wait to see this beauty open.
And maybe, more will come up!
Meantime, the dwarf iris are springing up all over. Well, considering that I only had ten of the little bulbs, “all over” is perhaps a misnomer. A few tiny flowers spread out on a good-size yard are not exactly a spread, but each is loved and valued for itself rather than what it would contribute to a lush garden.
And if by chance the lush garden ever happens? That will be wonderful — and hopeful — too.
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Pat Bertram is the author of Grief: The Inside Story – A Guide to Surviving the Loss of a Loved One. “Grief: The Inside Story is perfect and that is not hyperbole! It is exactly what folk who are grieving need to read.” –Leesa Healy, RN, GDAS GDAT, Emotional/Mental Health Therapist & Educator.
March 17, 2020 at 2:01 pm
My favourite time of the year is when shoots start popping up and letting us know they’re soon gonna be a nice bright yellow. The shoots to me are representative of so much more.