Spring Yard

2009...my second post...still adjusting to this new life

I spent the weekend clearing the yard of winter's decay. It's my first early spring in this new house. I was surprised and pleased to find moist cool soil that was easily weeded, my two goldfish alive and swimming in my small pond, witch hazel blooming, daffodils peaking out of the ground...I am looking forward to the daily changes of this garden so filled with color and life.

I remember the house in Cleveland. My garden was planted in July 2006. Every morning with cups of coffee and every evening with a glasses of wine, we would survey the changes in the garden and always noticed something. For me, the excitement was in seeing how in just a few short hours there could be substantial change in the plants (I think of the mid-spring asparagus, sometimes growing 6 inches by the end of the day). For Michael, it was being with me, watching me being excited by the garden.

It seemed like such a big thing, this little tradition. I continue the coffee tour and the wine tour in this new space; in this new life.

I carry with me the past that brought me here. Some parts joyful; other parts melancholy. Yet I note: each morning I rise from bed and look deeply at myself and am amazed with life's changes and my energy to tackle the day; each evening I relax, heal and nurture myself for another day...every day growing a little bit; every day changing.