Well Happy
New Year! Most of us acknowledge the New Year on January first, but emotionally
and physically the year doesn't feel "new" until we get some
sunshine, some new buds popping up on the tree branches, new grass, green
impossibly green grass edging through the decay of muddy leaves held down by
ice last month. A crocus showed up growing from under a lawn chair the other
day and it was a thrill to see it. Scents...yeah, smells are fresher, newer,
they sweep over us like a bath, a baptism of new hope. I couldn't help but dig
out the old sketchbook and turn to a page from some yesterday's springtime
sketches.
My next-door
neighbor has the most beautiful beds of various lilies in bricked planter boxes
by her porch. On the steps and in the corners are pots, jars, jugs, and
planters of ivy and tulips, more succulents and florals. I think I will join
her efforts attentive to herbaceous decoration for my own front garden this
year. It brings so much joy to those who pass by, I want to encourage good
will, and remind folks that where there is life; there is hope. |
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