Spring Variety



Tree roots reach like fingers at the edge of a river, the river is just over the bank


Words On Wondering


The sun appears, edging back from retirement. It has been days of rain. Is that wind that stirs the washing trusted on the line or is it sighs of relief?
Both, let’s say.
The air seems warmer, the mud all soft.
Hot enough to get seeding in the polytunnel: tomatoes, basil, chillies, peppers, radish, carrots, pumpkin, cucumber, aubergine. Seeds flake-like, spear-shape, spherical, familiar.
Journeys continued.
Meanwhile we are asking questions over a piece of land, to see if we can make a connection between where we are and where we should like to be.
I have repotted the lime tree, and the red palms, knowing they are getting harder to move, hoping this works like ironic magic bringing us closer to the place where they can be planted in our own ground.
Clouds roll thick in the sky.
For now the magic is knowing that possibility exists.
Later we may settle for another story, another possibility; preparations help propagation but there are variables we cannot influence.

Comments

Susan Flett Swiderski said…
We,too, have welcomed the return of the sunshine after gobs and gobs of rain for the past few months. I don't know how long it'll stay with us, but we sure are enjoying it while it's here. I'd like to be outside digging in the dirt, but I decided I need to dig into some of the housework I've let slide while my hubby's been undergoing his treatments. I've been kinda "treading water," if you know what I mean. Just doing what I have to do. Now it's time to show the dirt who's boss. (I'm taking a brief break at the moment, after spending a couple hours deep-cleaning our bathroom.) Time to get back at it... after lunch. Take care, kiddo!
11 March 2020 at 17:23
Geo. said…
I know where the magic resides, in purposeful observations, assessments of life and growth. It thrives in intelligent attention to nourishment, life and light. It resides in you.
15 March 2020 at 05:19
Geo. said…
Dear Lisa, I concur; surely magic generates new possibilities --and, in conjunction with the law of averages, makes them eventual. Norma has seedlings sprouting under grow-lights on our back-porch table. I can't sit out there and do crosswords now, no room. But when this rain and cold depart, these little starts will find magnificence outdoors. All best wishes!
16 March 2020 at 04:58
Lisa Southard said…
It does me good to hear you are getting into Spring - may the bathroom sparkle and the seedlings thrive :-) xx
28 March 2020 at 07:21
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