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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
Enjoy – living the EntwinedLife
What a beautiful post. It evoked similar memories on multiple levels and was beautifully written
Thanks MA! It’s nice to know that some get read & not just “Liked”!
So appreciate it.
How are those chicks & buzzers?
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!
Thanks Brenda… Sorry I never met your Mom…
Your Mom was far too young!
Hope all is well!
Beautiful and so heartfelt……nothing more needs to be said.
Appreciate you taking the time.
You’ve been there sweet Beth! Always appreciate your thoughts my friend… Jayme
A sweet tribute. Gardens are where I go to heal. Peace. Susie
Isn’t it amazing… There is a freshness to the air, from all the Love put into the soil. Thanks Susie!
Beautiful. We never really say goodbye to the people we love. We just have to find different ways to honor them. Thanks.
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.
Tears of shared remembrances came. Thanks for evoking sweet memories.
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
Appreciate you taking the time to read… You always inspire from afar!
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.
Thanks Mary Charles! Hope you had a great trip and a nice Mother’s Day! We need a play date soon!
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