Cold settled across our garden this week, leaving ice in our pots and snow on the ground. It barely made it above freezing today, though the sun shone brightly and the wind had a rest. We expect snow again after midnight and tomorrow…. who knows how much or how long it will linger? We are tempted to surrender to winter.
What draws you outside on a biting wintry day? Is it the need to disconnect from the news of the day? A chance to move a bit and breathe fresh air? Hope to encounter a friendly face? Curiosity about what you may find?
In these challenging times, we still find comfort and reassurance in nature. Trees still bud, birds still hop about or soar overhead. Flowers still bloom. Holly trees shine in the edge of the woods, their scarlet berries blazing. Evergreen ferns emerge from their snowpack, emerald in their resilience and grit.
We are blessed to have space for a garden and time to tend it. We can water and putter and prune and look for what is just emerging. Daffodils are up here, jogging my memory of where beautiful flowers will soon bloom. Any day now I’ll spot a crocus flower under our Lantana. We haven’t cut it back because the birds still find food and shelter among last summer’s abundant growth.
The garden teaches many things, but one of the best things is perseverance. No matter what happens today, something better will unfold tomorrow or next week. A garden is hope made tangible, visible, fragrant and soft.
And so I made the tour today, hood pulled up and camera in hand to see what was hiding in the snow. Every bit of green cheers me and reminds that life goes on. Drama elsewhere can be forgotten for a bit- given some distance. We see the magic of regeneration, and that the old simply feeds the soil for the new.
There is energy in the garden, energy to fuel us and sustain us and bring a respite of peace. So stroke some moss, find something green, and remember the promise in every branch and bud that change is in the air.