Wednesday, May 7, 2008
It's me again, Margaret . . .
I have been so enjoying spring weather and also so busy creating things for The Humble Arts and ebay that I have been neglecting my blog. I know you can tell. It doesn't mean that I haven't been thinking of my online buddies. I have thought of each of my very favorite ones each day and remembered each of them in my prayers. I just seem to have had so little time to get things done that need to be done. And I love blogging. It is my outlet for myself to write down my own little thoughts of what is important to me at the moment. The essence of my day. I don't blog to please others, compete with others, impress others, imitate others. When I blog, it is a release of my little old pea brain.
Like right now, I am wanting to share more about what is important for me personally at the moment. You know, spring time is unique to each of us ~ for different reasons. I mean, I know it is about the rebirth of the earth, the sowing, cultivating and the foreshadowing of the inevitable harvest. I enjoy gardening with weeds and gleaning all sorts of spiritual truths as I do. I enjoy the beauty of the flowers, weeds, trees, the birds, the bees pollinating the blueberry bushes my brother planted 20 years ago.
What I am doing this spring is taking note of which shrubs, tubers, perrenials, runners . . . that came from my grandmothers, my mother, my aunts, my sister, friends . . . and I plan on sharing them with my daughter, my sister and my sister in law and mom. Some things need to be dug up and separated so that they not only remain healthy, but actually flourish under the gardeners skillful pruning.
For example - my Gramma Dolly's Irises (pic above) She transported these Irises from Staten Island, NY to Rockingham County, NC. They had been gifted to her and she wanted to share with her new son in law's Mom something special. That was over 60 years ago. Those irises have been moved, shorn, shared and flourished on this land since.
(black hollyhock grown from seeds that a friend shared with me!)
I also have a wonderful Rose of Sharon that I rooted from my dear Uncle's house in New York a few years ago. I wasn't sure if it would root ~ wow, it rooted well enough for me to give one to my Mom last year - a living memorial for her from her brother and her roots in New York. It has grown way more than I thought it would in just two years since I took that piece!
Gardeners love to share their seeds. It is like having a perpetual reminder of friendship. I have a few little plants in my garden that I received from a dear and precious friend in Roanoke Virginia. She let me dig in her yard in North Carolina before she moved to Virginia. She gave me dried handfuls of Sweet Annie that made my ride back home so very fragrant and each year as Annie comes to visit me again, I think of my sweet friend.