We moved into this house 9 years ago this summer.
It was a very busy summer.
It began with my father’s Memorial Day visit to the emergency room
Followed by his quadruple bypass surgery the next week.
Two weeks later Elliott and Kristina were married.
Two weeks after that we moved here.
By August I was unpacked
But far from settled.
My memory is it was a cool August.
Much like this year.
I had moved my house
And since I work at home
My office had come along.
The only thing left behind
Was my garden.
Earlier that spring
Before we put our old house on the market.
I had dug up about 1/2 of my garden
And planted it in a borrowed bed.
My old friend and new next door neighbor Patti
Was graciously loaning me a flower bed
At her house.
It was packed with plants
I was anxious to put in their permanent home.
But it was after all August.
And our “new old” house
Didn’t have a single flower bed.
The back yard was a blank slate.
We had big plans to add beds
But not until the next spring.
So it was my first summer in decades
Without a garden.
A slight depression began to set in.
I was understandably tired
With no place to contemplate it all.
Nothing to lose myself in.
No garden for my quiet conversations with God.
Then one day hope arrived.
I stepped out the back door
Rounded the corner of the house
There they were
With no warning
Right in the middle of the yard.
Alias Naked Ladies.
I’d seen them around town
But never had planted any.
What a gift.
Though I’m sure the saying
“Hope springs eternal” is true.
In my case it’s more like
“Hope sprouts eternal”
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Aren’t they wonderful. I love Surprise Lilies…amazing plants!
Beautiful memories, photos and flowers. You’re a lucky lady. 🙂
I understand about a garden being a refuge, I see the Lord’s handiwork,
and know how much he cares for the people he made in his image.
I will survive…………
I only wish everyone could have a garden refuge.