What Lies Beneath
Spring is upon us in North Carolina so I took our brood outside and took a walk around the front flower beds (and really that is being generous because right now it is a bunch of dead stuff mixed among weeds). As I pulled away leaves that had blown in and over what was once cherished I found myself grateful for the rhythm of finding forgotten things that once brought joy and beauty. The largest offenders went into the large trash can: things choking the progress of the tiniest, bright green newbies who were hoping to try out for the freshman garden team. After that trash can was full I began cutting back things that had done so well last year, who brought joy to those who stopped to smell the flowers. After piles and piles of dry, brittle, dead shoots and leaves were cleared I was able to see what remained: lots of weeds and some mulch that had passed its prime, but mostly barren land. I longed to see what was yet to come. So I went around to all the places that I remembered planting something and dug around to see the bright green that meant that[Read More]
