April showers didn’t bring us much of anything except grey day after grey day. May showers on the other hand have finally brought spring to the north! Even on a rainy day, there is enough green to combat the grey. The world around me is blossoming and I’m making an effort to spend time outside to enjoy it.
I like the cooler (but not cold) days and the frequent rains have kept the pollen count to a tolerable level. I’m trying to reclaim some of my gardens. It’s still a challenge. My up and down can get a little unsteady. My back is limiting both my carrying capacity and how much time I can spend at any one task. My shoulder makes reaching and pulling a challenge. Even so I’m making progress and enjoying every minute of it.
As I get to dig again in my ancestor garden I call up bittersweet memories of love and loss. There are people I honor here who I would love to be able to share this season with, and I suppose in a way I do. I have mixed feelings as well as I dig through the strawberry bed. This was my ex-husband’s project. There’s very little about it that went with my suggestions and so it’s not designed to be easy for me to maintain. It’s a garden in the front yard and I knew if I didn’t at least make some effort the neighbors would start fussing. It’s amazing to me how well the strawberries have managed in spite of total neglect for several years. There’s a resilience in this garden that asks me to be resilient as well.
With all the fresh new growth and warmth I feel for my friends who are being challenged with the deaths of their loved ones. This time of year is so contrary to anyone trying to grieve. I know the feeling where you want the world to stop right along with you, and it doesn’t. But I also know that there is a gentle consolation inherent in the obvious manifestation of the cycle of life.
Love and blessing to all my friends who are challenged with loss in this season.