I have always been someone who would spend their last dollar on flowers, so it’s not all that surprising that they are the tools, in essence, of my trade. Right now the camellia is starting to bloom and the roses are all ready to perfume the garden air. There’ll be toothache plant, chinese roses, jasmine, rosemary and gardenias, not to mention all the vegetable and citrus flowers, all the flowers on the herbs, and the passion flower.
Sometimes it looks as though we don’t see what we’ve made of our lives. But I saw it pretty clearly the other night. Walking back from feeding our landlady’s horses, I saw inky dark rain clouds in the east, and in front of them an incredible huge rainbow. It arced over the garden and the budding plants and I thought, perhaps tritely, that if I hadn’t had to come outside I wouldn’t have seen any of that splendor. And it was a splendor both innate and created and powerful, and that splendor? is really where the Partner and I live now, even and perhaps especially when things are challenging. So perhaps I haven’t made such a hash of things as it might seem. Hope springs eternal, Gentle Reader, and that’s a good thing. None of it would have happened without flowers and an ever growing reliance on all the things in life that we cannot necessarily see with our eyes, but with our hearts.
Boozilla: learning to fly one room at a time 