The Met Office has recently announced that here in the UK we have just had the coldest spring in 50 years. Well, I don’t think it took a formal announcement to make that clear and we will certainly all be thrilled (I mean horrified) to receive our little reminders of this fact when our next gas and electricity bills arrive.
Thankfully, this all changed this week! Coats out, sandals in, summer may not officially arrive until the summer solstice but it certainly has felt like summer all this week!
The best part of this has been watching my garden wake up from its extended hibernation. Shoots of new growth in that delicious, new green only seen in the spring, buds holding promise of the colour soon to come and leaves unfurling as if stretching out in one big yawn to embrace the warmth and light of the sunshine. My garden has come alive and it is making up for lost time!
Time. That word.
All in good time.
I need more time.
What’s the time?
Time to go.
When we moved into our present home 5 years ago I planted a rambling rose at the front of the house. I had visions of it covering the entire front of the house and draping majestically over the front porch. For the first couple of years it grew vigorously , putting out shoots all over the place. I tended it, fed it with special rose food and sprayed it against black spot, mildew and those dreaded green-fly. I waited patiently for buds to appear.
After 3 years of vigorous but bloom-free years, at last my patience was rewarded and for one glorious week last summer my front porch was awash in delicate white-pink, rambling roses and the joy this gave me was indescribable. I was so proud when my neighbours commented on how beautiful they looked.
Well, you know what ‘they’ say about pride…
One week later a storm struck the West Country and tore down my rose. I thought I had lost it all. My husband, seeing my distress, assured me that the rose would recover. We managed to tie what remained of it back up as best we could and in the late Autumn we hired a gardener to cut it right back. My poor rose looked forlorn, desecrated. The gardener and my husband both told me that I mustn’t worry, the rose would recover.
All in good time.
My garden, the wildlife that visits it, all reliant on the seasons, the timings of nature and the weather. I see my life before me told in the story of my garden. I waited years for my own garden. I strived hard to achieve the delicious reward of seeing something which I have planted grow and flourish under my careful and loving care and not have to leave it behind as I have done so many times before.
This time I can be still and at peace in my own garden.
I want beauty in this garden of mine, in this life of mine, in this world of mine. I want a haven which is safe and colourful, a place to sit amongst the bees and the butterflies and the birds. It doesn’t happen overnight, it takes time and hard work. Sometimes all that hard work comes to nothing. I’ve pulled out more plants which have died than I’ve planted. Slugs have decimated others. The inclimate weather has destroyed just a few.
You’ve just got to keep pressing on, rolling up those sleeves and not giving up.
Some things work, some things don’t. What works right now is my roses, my lavender, my butterfly bushes and my hollyhocks. My honeysuckle and jasmine promising a heavenly scent in just a few weeks to come.
This is all I want. I don’t want to think of what is outside my garden right now. In my garden I don’t have to think about time and its relentless push forward. I see the rewards of the time I’ve spent nurturing my garden and for a brief moment I can keep time still, take a snapshot in time to remember. I want to share this with my loved ones, those near and dear. It isn’t just for me.
I want to give what I have in my heart to those who grow in my heart every single minute of every single day.
I want to give them my time.
My rose recovered and how. A few weeks ago I noticed a few buds, then some more, then a positive proliferation of blooms!
Today, I have my rose back. What looked dead and dismal is now very much alive, beautiful and thriving.
This is how I want my life to be.
It is just a matter of time.
Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy. ~Doménico Cieri Estrada