Saturday, April 11, 2009
The Easter Bush
One of the delightful things about moving into a new house with a garden is discovering, as the seasons change, all of the surprises earlier gardeners have planted and left behind--just for me, it seems. I had thought this brown little vine by my garage was quite dead this winter but I could never bring myself to pull it out. When I'd look at it a little voice inside would say, "Wait. Not just yet." A few weeks ago I noticed tiny green leaves beginning to sprout from its crispy twigs. This week it astonished me by revealing this glorious display.
I'm a firm believer in listening to messages from the universe and this certainly feels like one. I am reminded not to give up too soon on dreams that I fear have died a silent death, invariably due to my neglect. If I just hang in there, reach a little deeper for inspiration and remember that everything has its season, the eventual flowering of a dream can indeed occur.
I will always think of this as my Easter bush. I feel like it went through its own little resurrection.