With apologies to my readers, lately I’ve been in stasis. Essentially, my world has stood still.
When I began this blog, we were between cold and warm, with more of each to follow. My apricot tree had already opened its first blossoms, which bodes poorly for the survival of any apricots. Bumper crops happen rarely. Fortunately, it is a wise-enough tree that it doesn’t display all its blossoms at one time.
When I began this blog, the elms at the park were bare, waiting. Now they’ve sprouted a fine green mist on those previously brown branches.
When I began this blog, only two spring crocuses had bloomed. Now the narcissus is out, daffodils show bright touches of yellow, and tulips are pushing up.
But my own life is split, between endings and a vague future. Sophie and I face an emptier home than the one we had through most of February. It’s a loss I’ve mourned for a long time, like watching a drama play out that you know must end sadly, though its scenes are full of love. But now the final curtain has descended. And Sophie and I both mourn the hole in our lives.
I have already planted one little plot with flower seeds, with plans for several more. My personal memorial to my love will be to grow as many flowers this year as I can encourage out of the earth.
Until those flowers sprout, I’ll continue feeling between seasons. And who knows how long after that? But there is a future to be lived as well.
Stay mindful everyone. Enjoy every moment that’s given you.
Kate Harrington 