It happens every year.
When I finally get winter’s blanket of leaves removed
I wonder where everything has gone.
Sure the early blooming show offs are visible
The Iris and Peonies.
And Larkspur sprouts are everywhere.
But right now I’m wondering why is there so much dirt showing.
And what is lying in wait beneath?
My friend Suellen used to call every spring
To tell me that everything had died over the winter.
Then…she’d call back in a week
Saying it’s OK.
And we would have a good laugh
Remembering the same conversation from the year before.
It’s as important to gardening as fertilizer, healthy soil and water.
It’s the belief that a tiny green frond
Will unfurl into a gorgeous fern.
That the precious buds on my Japanese Tree Peony
Will soon take my breath away.
That come June
These few leaves at the bottom of what looks like a stick plant
Will give astonishing blooms.
The robins have returned.
Lady bugs and honey bees abound
Peg is on her never-ending bunny search
And the Hellebores are blooming their hearts out.
It must be spring.
All we need to do is trust
And as my friend Jerry used to say
Do the best we can…
God will take care of the rest.
Take time to breathe it all in.