The past two weeks have reminded me of a day spent with my dearest friend. Last September we planted fall bulbs around the perennial shrubs at the front of the house. I thought of these bulbs as a metaphor for hope -- a garden of hope. That added some positiveness and anticipation for the end of winter -- our least favourite season. The crocuses bloomed before anything else began to green up in the shrubs. This week the shrubs have leaves and the tulips have begun to bloom. The pale lilac variety showed first. The deep purple buds are ready to burst forth soon. When I look out the front window or leave or return to the house, the flowers make me smile. Seeing the result of our plans for a spring flowering garden helps me see the good all around me.
The night we planted the bulbs had a full moon. The brightness of the moonlight just after midnight was amazing. It made me think the patio light had been left on. The moonlight lit the patio and the living room. It was a lovely bright night. A full moon appeared out the windows this past week, too. While not as large as the autumn moon, this spring moon also lit the patio and inside the house. Things had come full circle.
The flowers brought with them some wonderful positive feelings, turning my mood to a happier place. The first chorus of the song shared here reminds me of why we planted these bulbs. I plan to add more to the mix for next year and hope to hang onto the feelings through the difficult days we all encounter. Keep safe. Enjoy!
Hello World -- Lady Antebellum
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