It’s funny how our lives are reflected in nature sometimes. I’ve been tired, cranky and withdrawn for a few months. As much as I kept hoping that the ferns would pop up, they didn’t come. The little bumps that I knew were fronds in the making refused to unfurl. Yesterday I finished all my coursework for the year, and switched from school me to garden planning me. And there they were.
There were a few other plants coming into bloom too, so you get pictures of those too. Except rhubarb. It doesn’t bloom. So you get pictures of crinkly leaves and grass that needs to be pulled.
I’m ready for a more open season in life.
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May 28, 2013 at 8:55 pm
It is amazing and stuning, and no matter how many times you see it, it still takes your breath away. It is like a hug from your oldest and dearest friend…
May 28, 2013 at 9:21 pm
Ah, so true. Even though this space is relatively new to me, the plants all feel like old friends.