this world of flowers

the last few months i have been with my mother who is 93 and still living in her own home – i have been spending these spring days in the restoration of the gardens – when i was here three springs ago i changed the vegetable garden into an inner court with a fountain and sitting area surrounded by perennial beds – i rounded up flowers from family and friends and had a wonderful time working in the earth and creating an atmosphere to feed my mother’s soul with this world of flowers she has always loved . . . the melting snow revealing the deadfall from flowers and fallen leaves and the clean up leaving me with the feeling of ‘where do i begin?’ – then one day on my hands and knees i began to clear away the dead remains and make room for the new – here and there a few green shoots were peeking through and from the flower skeletons i knew that there were flowers the summer before – within a  few days of the clearing more bits of green – this coming forth of spring from the previous planting of that which i wanted in the garden – a reminder of the appearing of my dreams that i have long ago conceived and their emerging in different stages of growth much as the perennials fill out and establish themselves in the garden and with love and caring fill my life with beautiful blossoms

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the best is always yet to come

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