Spring
April brought with it a unique set of new demands.
All positive things. They were events and task that made me bloom and grow.
It was been a while since I've lived by my calendar daily and I have been forced to a new sleeping schedule and routine.
There were events I had to decline participation.
I never noticed how when the days get longer, and spring arrives, all humans "spring" into activity.
The list is endless on events to attend April through June.
Then everyone goes on vacation in July.
This week I decided it was time for me to resume my writing.
I write when I am inspired.
Over the last 6 weeks, sleep has been my inspiration.
I feel humans deprioritize rest.
It is noble to rest.
On the other side of rest are remarkable imaginative thoughts that create the stuff dreams are made of.
After a bit of rest, a myriad of topics have sprung in my mind that I'm excited to share here.
One joy that I have not deprioritized is my garden.
I lost 4 grape vines this year.
I mourn their withered stems leaving gaps on my upright trellis landscape.
I'll need to remove and replant in their space.
It's a toss between climbing roses, climbing vines, or blueberries.
Maybe a combination of the three.
My roses have a touch of black spot that I'm agressively managing, but the blooms do not disappoint and bring me immense joy.
There have been irisis, peonies, and lillies. The one and done gang. They bloom once and live as filler greenery.
Such is the cycle of my life.
After a recent season of "winter" some parts of me no longer needed to thrive so other parts of me could evolve.
I'm less social and talkative. I feel as if some of my effervescence has withered in turn for a more sophisticated flavor of wisdom and contentment.
On some days I suppose I mourn those parts of me as well.
There will always be those black spots of life blighting out beauty and creeping to steal joy. Or more specifically the persons behaving as the black spot blight....
There are the perrenial gang that are tried and true. They blossom the most precious blooms but for a limited time. My cherished friend group is this way. I don't see them often if at all. We speak in frequently. You wish they were ever greens and around all the time. They are rare and you must appreciate them while they are available.
My written reflections are like roses.
They are precious to me and fill my days with beauty. When I care for these thoughts meticulously, they return sweet unspeakable joy.
These days, I'm more intentional and life is a joyful simplicity.
I've worked strategically to live these words and on the other side of this Spring will be a beautiful harvest season in my life.
I have so much to look forward to in my garden. The veggies are coming, new full sun additions, and the hydrangeas will make lovely cut flowers.
My birthday is in Spring. It was a good one filled with all the best things, especially hope.
I have much to look forward to in this new season of life.
Spring has been good to me and I'm ready for the dog gone days of summer. A cool, wise, calm summer of endless blooms.
Abundance Always.
#lifeofbliss
#Spring #endlessblooms
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