Happy New Year.
Flora has thinned out, though a few confused but hardy plants plug on.
I walked out on my Birthday to see this tiny sun of a pot marigold grabbing heat from a schist slab on the hellstip. The seed packet said half-hardy, three quarters is more like it.
A small patch of roses remains sheltered from the weather.
And the first, bright head of Helleborus foetidus has nodded forward.
Still, it feels like a long time time before spring, and the yard does look a bit dreary. Taking a walk round the neighborhood found a few bright spots to inspire better winter planting.
And lastly, a little fauna with the flora.
Am currently working on a more content-rich post for next week, so please forgive the brevity of this attempt.
So, may the New Year bring the blessings we need and even some we want, perhaps: hard, rewarding and rewarded work with enough rest to equal the work; the contentments of love, intimacy and friendship; safety but not boredom, supported challenges; greater knowledge and understanding through a kinder sense of sight, foresight and insight; and most of all, that undefinable Spirit and Something that brings things to right well past our own doings.
1 comment:
Happy New Year to you, Kay. Thanks for all the bright flowers, poetry and hymns you have given us for this mid-winter season! Carroll
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