There are certain small rituals that go almost unnoticed in our traveling of the year. One of those is waking the garden. It was still in slumber this morning, at 32 degrees, when I raked out the dead leaves and branches from last year's plants.
I uncovered all the buried guardians: The Green Tara, Buddha, and St, Francis if Assisi, friend of birds and animals, exposing them once more to the early spring sunshine.
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The frost prevents me from planting anything new this soon. That will have to wait for a warmer season, but bright possibilities begin to appear. The red buds of the rhubarb patch,
Brussel's sprouts green on the stem having ripened through the winter, and then there's the kale which remained green all year.
It can be hard to wait for the thaw and the growth of spring, but I anticipate it even as I put my garden to sleep each fall.
It feels as if our country is now going into a long cold sleet of winter just as it experienced during the McCarthy era of the 1950's. How many generations and decades will that take for a new direction and what will that ne? That remains the question. But I remain hopeful for the young people who believe in this planet and equity its residents; that they will bring about a springtime thaw and throw off the greed, fear, hatred and intolerance.
What are you grateful and hopeful for today?
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