A grey day…disjointed…unproductive…clients rescheduling…old friends–dear friends from Mexico stop by…too cold and wet to do much outside.
A perfect day to stop at Windsor Farms and imagine gardening. But, with the exception of impatiens, geraniums and marigolds, everything looks like groundhog, deer or rabbit food…(for a better understanding of this, read “Snow like cherry petals…“)
The Lupines outside collect raindrops…
In the greenhouse, the daisies are just beginning to bloom…
There is a carpet of marigolds…
I feel altogether happy standing in the midst of profuse flowering and think of Stanley Kunitz, at one hundred, in his garden…his wisdom pouring out…his experience of near death deeply informing him…
“The garden instructs us in a principle of life and death and renewal. In its rhythms, it offers the closest analogue to the concept of resurrection that is available to us.”
“When an individual dies, the web connecting all life remains. It is reconstituted. The whole construct is renewed; the individual creatures who inhabit the web keep changing.”
“…I can scarcely wait till tomorrow
when a new life begins for me,
as it does each day,
as it does each day.”
- STANLEY KUNITZ -
