This past weekend I made use of the continued mild weather and planted over 100 flower bulbs in our front yard.
It always feels good to dig…when the digging is easy…and this old yard has plenty of good, dark soil that makes it easy to grub around with your fingers to form the 4″ or 5″ holes needed.
Planting bulbs is a way to believe in the future. I think of them in the frozen dirt during the winter, inching their way up through the ground. I envision the new green of their stems and the blooms producing colors bound to elicit oohs and ahhs in early spring.
I needed the thought of life and beauty continuing in my life. I feel overwhelmed by people being killed, by blanket hatred of a race or religion, and by the lack of manners and respect from people who should know better. I feel helpless and dumbfounded at the big picture of my world.
It is a blessing to refocus on a small area of soil accepting future flowers. I don’t take it for granted.