After a week of glorious sunshine and 70-degree days, tonight we are expecting a frost. Well, it is early spring, and at least four weeks from our frost-free date. So nature has a right to send frost. But I am hoping it doesn’t nip the blossoms on the peach trees. This is the first year the baby trees we planted that looked like twigs have blossoms.
Remember the 400+ bulbs we planted in the orchard? The crocus have been up, but today was the first day a few of the daffodils began blooming. Many more are peeking up but you can’t see them yet.
My tiny garden next to the garage is cheery yellow….
And to celebrate, we got the new fountain next to the deck working today. It leaked. John fixed it. Hurray! I hope to work on the deck during the warm weather – bring my laptop out there and work on my novel.
I’ve been in such a sad, sorrowful mood this week. The news out of Washington made me upset. What made me even more upset were the absurd comments I’ve seen flying about. The general level of ignorance about what is in the US Constitution, the violence and threats against members of both parties…I just want it all to stop.
I want peace and security, I want everyone to be nice to each other and if we disagree we say so politely and logically. I want people to understand how choices made today impact the world tomorrow.
I ask myself, have I contributed to this by remaining silent when I should have spoken up? For not speaking up more? I vote, and I thought it was enough. Now I’m not so sure. Now I think I need to get involved more for causes I believe in. But I don’t know how, or what. I just feel like I should do more…that somehow the world is tilting, and I am not sure I like the direction it’s all tilting in. I am not a brave person. I am just one person. So what, Lord, I pray, can I do? What would you have me do? No answer yet. I have a feeling my pen’s going to be directed elsewhere soon, to write about things I’m passionate about but which will be unpopular. I don’t know yet. I want to go out and weed something.
Mostly I just want all the problems to go away.
Sometimes I think I garden to escape. I find solace in my flowers, in the soft rhythms of the season. I find laughter among the flowers and joy watching seedlings emerge. Somehow, the bickering and partisan politics and ignorance and stupidity of people melt away in the beauty of the garden. I think if more people gardened, they would be a lot happier.
