Springing

For those of you who have been hanging around my blog for awhile, you know that my sister neighbor V and I overwinter pots of plants and flowers in our respective garages and then bring them out to adorn our joint entryway all summer and fall.

Spring has sprung in our Northland because yesterday and continuing today we are bringing the pots back outside. I thought you might like to see what they look like still in garage and right after coming out to "stretch their legs" and get their first drink of water in a long time.

Nature is amazing - the plant in the pot dies, the soil is bone-dry and barren all winter. One day, you look around to see small yellowy-whitish-barely green shoots poking through the soil. It is the mystery of life - the proof that our little human need for "control" - our need to be "superior" to so much of the natural world around us is just so weird, so wrong and so futile.

There is a song running through the Universe. Mother Earth has her own rhythm - the primeval urge to grow on time and in the dark indoors - the eternal clock of the earth, the sun, the stars, the moon, the tides, and the seasons.

So here is how summer begins in my neighborhood and here is how it looks in late summer. It is one beautiful day here - I am off to garden. Namaste.