The glacial snow of winter is receding in my garden. Oh joy, well maybe, gardening is hard work. And today I did not know if I was quite ready to dig in. So I went into “cat” mode and joined Poppy on the sun drenched couch for a nap. As I drifted off, I was pondering on how winter called us to rest. The wisdom of nature is always there for the taking; we just need to observe and learn from it.
My garden has evolved from a shady paradise under the umbrella of a stately elm tree to a weed war zone. With the tragic loss of our elm, I was thrown into the world of a sunny gardener. It was and still is a very challenging transition. It is like when you are cruising down the paved highway and suddenly you hit gravel. But there always seems to be a little seed of hope in me when I do hit the rough roads of life. And I am so thankful for that. We all carry that little seed of hope. All we need to do is find it and nurture it. Now the lure of color cajoles me into my new role as a sunny gardener, and the beauty of sun-loving flowers are inspiring.
Spring beckons. I have spent the winter planning and dreaming my way through many garden catalogues. Compost is waiting to be worked into my garden soil. Sweet pea seeds are soaking on the counter. I have a wardrobe to plant, yes, a wardrobe for my little friends. What tiny flowers will make pretty collars? What medium flowers will I plant for colorful bodices? And of course, I need a huge array of beautiful blooms for flouncy skirts. My garden is whatever I imagine it to be.
Winter is letting go of its firm grasp it has held on spring. No more cat naps for a while, I am ready for my garden adventure.
Observe ~ Imagine ~ Inspire 