I just finished planting more tulip and daffodil bulbs.
I love how the ground feels this time of year. I don’t even wear gloves because I want to feel the earth.
As I dropped each bulb in, I smiled to think of each flower’s appearance in the spring. Here in the Northeast, the winter will feel very long some days. But the expectation of new flowers breaking through the melted snow is a simple, yet profound, lesson of life.
What is it that you expect?
Does your mind immediately wander to despair?
Don’t let it. Choose to remember and expect good things.
The smells of autumn are unmistakable. The clean smell of Macintosh apples in a nearby bushel, the carpet of golden maple leaves soaking in the warm sun, and the damp earth preparing a resting place for frost-bitten hostas, salvia, and phlox.
And then one leaf…and another…gracefully floated to the ground to take its place among the others.
Seasons end, but another is waiting. Do we hang on to the old? Or do we anticipate the new?
Even in the midst of the cold and bitter winter, there is life. The wind plays with the snow, creating ripples of purple shadowed dunes while grand, lacy snowflakes rock gently to the earth – breathing life into our weariness.
The pain will end. But in its cold and bitterness, there is still life. Can you find it?