Boaz, this is such a beautiful meditation on grief, hope, renewal, beauty. Thank you for redirecting our attention to the gifts that are too often under appreciated. When I take walks in our neighborhood in the spring, I often walk past a blooming lilac bush. Its scent reminds me of my grandmother who passed away in April a few years ago. The scent seems to carry her spirit in a way. Just pausing to breathe it in feels like a way of honoring her.
We have a small native (I think) cactus that weathered the winter and is in a front little area by the steps to the front door.. I've been finding volcanic rocks and adding them around it. We are also preparing for our first garden but have a lot of deer so need to deer proof it and that part seems overwhelming. It's our first full garden season at our first house as homeowners.
Lately, my moments of joy are more urban as I walk from my bus downtown to my office and for 20 min I like to notice things and take pictures. I discovered a little man (art) on top of one of the 4 story old brick buildings this last week and loved the fun hidden surprise an artist left to be discovered.
Life keeps moving forward one step at a time. And all of those we met and have meaning shape us.
That was some beautiful writing...and cathartic for me: I've lost three close friends and a brother-in-law this year, and my sister-in-law has late stage pancreatic cancer. The garden is so therapeutic, it lessens the sting of losing lived ones because you see the death and rebirth of the garden every season and realize we are all part of the wheel of life.
I lost my mom two years ago. She taught me to appreciate the little things. Noticing the changes in the world around you help to soften the raw feelings of grief and panic. Thank you for sharing these reflections, it's a comfort. (I think redbud flowers taste like cucumbers and honey!)
Your dad would be so proud of both you and Brooke and Aviv. You bring such beauty to world in your flowers and pictures and words and even just your presence.
We have a gloriously beautiful deep pink dogwood in our yard. Very old and I take care of it lovingly. Our various lilacs are blooming, the dark purple iris are blooming, the ceanothus, the rosemary, the native bleeding heart, and roses are coming on. What a great time of the year! I love your little spring and how thoughtful it is.
Beautiful commentary. I have a Flowering Quince in my yard that comes from my family home. As it blooms each year, I'm reminded of my Dad telling me my birthday is near when the quince blooms. Fond memories.
It seems more apt to say about your father, “clearly his memory is a blessing” rather than the traditional phrase “May his memory be a blessing.”
We moved into our current home last June and have spent the past 5 months getting the garden into shape. I’ve picked a bouquet of yarrow which had been planted by the previous owner, and the Cecile Brunner roses we planted a few weeks ago are already doing what Cecile Brunners do best… bursting with tiny, pink, sweet smelling roses. Meanwhile, everywhere I look around the city where I live, everything seems to be covered with exuberantly blooming wisteria. It makes me think of the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote, “The earth laughs in flowers.”
P.S. I was also gifted a bunch of bearded iris rhizomes a few weeks ago. I have no idea what color the flowers will be, but I’ve planted them and look forward to finding out next spring.
Good morning Boaz. A great spring post. I also have a “bubbling spring” in my garden. Or will have when I put it out. It’s in an old enameled roasting pan from Goodwill. I had discovered that a fountain+wind is an efficient way to empty your bird bath. Titmice are not tits OR mice. Tits are a bluish bird often seen on Gardeners World. Another thing titmice are is noisy. You know what’s noisier? A group of baby titmice! Happy spring to all.
Boaz, this is such a beautiful meditation on grief, hope, renewal, beauty. Thank you for redirecting our attention to the gifts that are too often under appreciated. When I take walks in our neighborhood in the spring, I often walk past a blooming lilac bush. Its scent reminds me of my grandmother who passed away in April a few years ago. The scent seems to carry her spirit in a way. Just pausing to breathe it in feels like a way of honoring her.
We have a small native (I think) cactus that weathered the winter and is in a front little area by the steps to the front door.. I've been finding volcanic rocks and adding them around it. We are also preparing for our first garden but have a lot of deer so need to deer proof it and that part seems overwhelming. It's our first full garden season at our first house as homeowners.
Lately, my moments of joy are more urban as I walk from my bus downtown to my office and for 20 min I like to notice things and take pictures. I discovered a little man (art) on top of one of the 4 story old brick buildings this last week and loved the fun hidden surprise an artist left to be discovered.
Life keeps moving forward one step at a time. And all of those we met and have meaning shape us.
That was some beautiful writing...and cathartic for me: I've lost three close friends and a brother-in-law this year, and my sister-in-law has late stage pancreatic cancer. The garden is so therapeutic, it lessens the sting of losing lived ones because you see the death and rebirth of the garden every season and realize we are all part of the wheel of life.
I lost my mom two years ago. She taught me to appreciate the little things. Noticing the changes in the world around you help to soften the raw feelings of grief and panic. Thank you for sharing these reflections, it's a comfort. (I think redbud flowers taste like cucumbers and honey!)
Your dad would be so proud of both you and Brooke and Aviv. You bring such beauty to world in your flowers and pictures and words and even just your presence.
Thanks Susanna!
We have a gloriously beautiful deep pink dogwood in our yard. Very old and I take care of it lovingly. Our various lilacs are blooming, the dark purple iris are blooming, the ceanothus, the rosemary, the native bleeding heart, and roses are coming on. What a great time of the year! I love your little spring and how thoughtful it is.
Thanks for sharing your world with us. ❤️
Beautiful commentary. I have a Flowering Quince in my yard that comes from my family home. As it blooms each year, I'm reminded of my Dad telling me my birthday is near when the quince blooms. Fond memories.
It seems more apt to say about your father, “clearly his memory is a blessing” rather than the traditional phrase “May his memory be a blessing.”
We moved into our current home last June and have spent the past 5 months getting the garden into shape. I’ve picked a bouquet of yarrow which had been planted by the previous owner, and the Cecile Brunner roses we planted a few weeks ago are already doing what Cecile Brunners do best… bursting with tiny, pink, sweet smelling roses. Meanwhile, everywhere I look around the city where I live, everything seems to be covered with exuberantly blooming wisteria. It makes me think of the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote, “The earth laughs in flowers.”
P.S. I was also gifted a bunch of bearded iris rhizomes a few weeks ago. I have no idea what color the flowers will be, but I’ve planted them and look forward to finding out next spring.
Good morning Boaz. A great spring post. I also have a “bubbling spring” in my garden. Or will have when I put it out. It’s in an old enameled roasting pan from Goodwill. I had discovered that a fountain+wind is an efficient way to empty your bird bath. Titmice are not tits OR mice. Tits are a bluish bird often seen on Gardeners World. Another thing titmice are is noisy. You know what’s noisier? A group of baby titmice! Happy spring to all.
We miss him too.
So, lovely.
Spring :) Beautiful issue Boaz.