I feel a spark of growth I haven’t felt in a long time. As though at last a small bud of fresh green is ready to sprout. I have felt pruned down to the ground, stifled by the frost. Painful and necessary, but no more. Your warmth and light has finally reached me. Like Mary and Dickon discovering the roses were wick, so have I found life in my heart. I can feel myself ready to burst forth in a cascade of blossoms, but I am patient. Time, living water, tender care, and I shall bloom.
I woke up in the middle of the night last night and wrote this. Then this morning when I set out to prune the roses and gain a few freckles on my cheeks I found a surprise. The clematis vine I cared for and replanted two years ago that had so much meaning to me finally has its first blossom! And more are on their way! I can’t wait for its sweet smelling arbour to permeate the gate…a pathway from the carport to bluebells and play!