“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

1.11.2012

proof of life


raindrops and buds on the cherry laurel tree yesterday morning.
this is where it starts.

she knows.

soon this tree will be dropping blossoms onto the sidewalk,
but,
and this is the thing,
look how happy it is even now.
this spring it will be drenched in white flowers
but it is cheerful in its nakedness,
embracing its emptiness.

smarter than me.

it knows to everything there is a season
and frets not.
the good stuff needs roots and time and sunshine
and rain.
it needs blue skies and gray.

this morning begins with a sky of blue.  when the tv weatherman said tomorrow would be 20 degrees cooler, i sighed, i huffed and puffed and complained to myself than i would have to do laundry tonight, would have to wash socks, would have to bundle up, would have to this and that, and i just generally got all tight in mental preparation. january be damned, i wanted it to stay warm.  i forgot what the cherry laurel knows.

necessary.
desired.

i'm sure that tree giggles at me every time i pass beneath its branches.

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10 comments:

  1. Emma,
    You are amazing...I so benifit from your posts....both the beautiful photos...and the added wisdom...
    Thank you

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  2. "how happy it is even now"
    Even now. That's a phrase easy enough to remember; I will remember every time I look at my cherry tree. Thank you.

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  3. this made me smile. i can totally hear that tree giggling.

    gardening has taught me these lessons. and much patience. and how wise mother nature is.

    that tree IS happy now. just to be here. despite the shivering and the nakedness.

    it's just waiting to put on that spring party dress.

    to all things, a season.

    xoxo

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  4. Yes, to everything there is a season...and lucky you for already being able to see signs of spring! We still have to wait a few months around here. I can't complain, though, so far this has been a mild winter. I can't remember the last snowflake...

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  5. The good stuff *does* need roots and time and sunshine.

    Thank you, for this.

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  6. ..to everything there is a season and frets not.
    thoughtful words. why do we fret anyway?
    beautiful words and thoughts as always..
    in fond regard, Tilda

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  7. Oh course, she giggles and she gets ready to blind you with her beauty. It is getting cold here today, but I can still see small signs that Spring will come again.

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  8. i love trees in the winter because they are cheerful and stately and vulnerable and elegant and playful in their nakedness.

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  9. This time of year, I feel the urge to read The Secret Garden... again. I found myself the most beautiful illustrated version, and I have been waiting for the right time... which feels right about now.

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