My first ever clematis bloom!!!
It is such a simple thing, and I really did nothing but put a plant in the ground last spring and have patience. I'd never had luck with clematis before, they never came back the second year. I guess I just never found the right spot, until I found this spot. And yet the joy of such a simple thing is profound.
Last week was a roller coaster of a week. I was up and down and all around. I withdrew when I should have been social, I blurted when I should have been silent. It was a week ruled more by my inner four-year old than by my older and obviously not always much wiser self.
The weekend has been filled with garden therapy: some weeding, some planting, some digging, some hauling around of heavy things. I am tired, and achy, and much more clear headed. Blossoms bloom when, and sometimes where, you least expect them. I cried in church today, but they were tears of joy. They were tears of gratitude, gratitude at having a place where I am welcomed even when floundering. May we all find such places.