I live alone with my preschooler in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Tuesday, 9 May 2017
The friendship of flowers
Time spent with reemerging flowers is like spending time with old friends. A long friendship outlasts the changes that time bring's to one another's lives. It is a joy to be in each other's presence. Primroses have graced the fringes of the shaded pathways in my yard for years. The blooms come early and they last a long time. Now that they are finally gone I know that early spring is past yet memories of the beauty of their friendship continue to warm my heart. The time spent amongst them is well spent. They remind me that so much of the richness of this life comes in the process of connection. The forget-me-nots are blooming now along the pathway amongst the fading primroses and I linger with these carefree flowers whose little faces remind me of the coming summer skies of blue.