Stuff is blooming in my garden.
Pink Stuff – some that were expected to be pink, and some that came up in a different colour scheme. It’s very pretty, this pink and white columbine. But where did it come from?
The grace of the garden: you get more than you planted.
The surplus, Canadians call it.
Brawta, Jamaicans call it.
I just call it grace. And when I think about it, my whole garden this spring is an illustration of grace. The harsh winter killed off very little. The starving rabbits chomped off all our clematis vines and tender shrubs right down to the ground, but most are returning. And I’m able to walk around the garden each morning and evening, and enjoy the miracle called Spring.
The Purple-y-Blue Stuff — like this bachelor’s button — returned looking dapper.
Yellow Stuff like these day lilies bloomed early for our region.
And then there is Stuff that’s making me wait. Like the peonies and the poppies.
Anticipation. Aspiration. Expectation. These things build character. Don’t they?
Perhaps it is time for some meditation.
Whether you garden or not, I hope your spring is going well.
By the way, these photos are entirely amateur, and I won’t identify the inept photo-taker (I simply can’t call her a ‘photographer’) in order to protect the guilty. My wonderful photographer is busy with other things right now, but he will return.
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Dedicated to the memory of Donald Moore, one of the most patient and expert gardeners I’ve ever known.
Cynthia Reyes 