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we spent the whole summer in our garden. working in the dirt has always brought me joy but this year it was my favourite place of solace. the day before rj's funeral my father helped us plant annuals in the front yard. it was may and i hated the idea of the house looking so bleak and scraggly as if the pain we felt inside was reflected on our home. over time a carpet of white impatiens flourished but slowly overtook their space and the marigolds stopped flowering. in late summer i transplanted a few of the pretty orange flowers in the backyard in hopes of salvaging what was left. it didn't work and they all dried up.
this morning as i started the autumn clean up of the garden i was surprised to find that one little flower had somehow burst into full bloom. it was a survivor and refused to give up. life has a funny way of speaking to us. the glass seems half empty these days but signs like this remind me that our life has purpose and although we may lose sight, life will always find a way. my angels are smiling down on me.
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