Growing Pains

The clock ticks… hours pass.    The heart longs to be digging and pruning.  As the “to do” list grows.   Seasons change, nature takes it’s course indifferent to the task at hand.

There is dry stack to repair, the Wisteria to be whacked.  Fence to be strengthened and freshened… Microstegium controlled –  growing pains; mulch to be hauled – chores for the soul.

Longing for the bothersome muscle aches and the sweet smell of steamy leaf mulch.

Dear Trio

The mind wanders…  Do the containers need watering or have they been eaten by the deer twins, who by now have lost their camouflage?    As their spots fade… I notice a few more of my own on sun damaged arms…

As the salesman I so patiently waited for, now rushes over to the pert young girl twirling her hair who has just come in, idle chit chat that seems like an eternity.   I wonder, “Is this the camouflage, that now more frequently makes us invisible?”

I’ve been waiting  for some advice on new ear buds too… I also listen to Lady GAGA, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift (yes, I am musically broad minded) & “What does the Fox Say?” …  I must get back to the garden.

Colorful borders and bird songs are replaced by the dim light of LED’s and the distant beeping of monitors … I am focused on another garden – a garden of souls… waiting to be healed;  or  transformed – the hours turn into months.

Scabiosa

The beautiful miniature flower bouquet freshly harvested by my father, stems carefully wrapped in wet paper towel, bound with rubber bands in a plastic cup vase, knicked from the nurse’s medicine cart…

A daily offering to 62 years of love…

Narcissi

This simple daily kindness brings joy to those who have come to nurture, change dressings, or diapers; brush golden hair, offer swabs of lemony flavor or give soothing shots.  Each gives pause to admire, take a whiff of a sweet smell  and offer a kind word or  smile… A welcome distraction to brighten a day in the Hospice garden of angels.  Ah the language of flowers… finding a connection  of words to speak  when the reality seems unspeakable.

Butterfly

In a quiet moment… Mom’s eyes lids flutter open, like butterflies…  After days of transition… bright clear beautiful blue eyes sparkle as they emerge from their cocoon… straining to see something in the distance… an interlude to last a lifetime… Then with a flutter she was gone… metamorphosis.

Monarch

Weeks later, I was awakened by the the soft touch of butterfly kisses on my cheek… The  fluttering of a mother’s eyelashes on a sleeping child’s cheeks… It was our secret, from years gone bye.

I opened my eyes but she wasn’t there or was she?

Call it a sign, call it a beautiful dream – I am grateful.

It was the morning the fog lifted, growing pains began to recede and the overgrown soul of Entwined Gardens began to be restored.

Happy Birthday Mom.

Gardenia

Enjoy – living the  EntwinedLife

Jayme B

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18 thoughts on “Growing Pains

  1. Mary Allen says:

    What a beautiful post. It evoked similar memories on multiple levels and was beautifully written

  2. Brenda says:

    What a beautiful tribute to your beautiful mom, Jayme. I remember what a sweet lady she was, and I loved her long hair! This made me think of precious memories with my mom, who passed away unexpectedly 2 years ago at a very young age 79. Thank you!

  3. Beautiful and so heartfelt……nothing more needs to be said.

  4. pbmgarden says:

    A sweet tribute. Gardens are where I go to heal. Peace. Susie

  5. Lisa Enright says:

    Beautiful. We never really say goodbye to the people we love. We just have to find different ways to honor them. Thanks.

    • entwinedlife says:

      So it is! You know I still think of your kind handsome Dad from time to time… From all those years ago… Sam standing tall watching all the growing girls, arm on the stair rail- girls talking & laughing & boys coming to the door. A big warm smile on his face. Polly tapping out a tune.

      Xox J

  6. barbara says:

    Tears of shared remembrances came. Thanks for evoking sweet memories.

    • entwinedlife says:

      Thanks Barbara…

      It means a lot that you read this… We have all experienced this “in between” state.
      We all get through it and learn something along the way!

      See ya soon! Jayme

  7. Guida says:

    Touched, inspired…loving..xo

  8. Mary Charles says:

    Your lovely and loving post brought tears to my eyes. Thank you, Jayme, for bringing the joy of the light and the growing things to us on your posts.

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