I must remind you. My garden is small. Sometimes it looks bigger than it really is. Sometimes, even to me who is so used to it and knows its size, it seems bigger than it is. There are so many miracles, even on a tiny patch of ground, I know that I will never learn all there is to know about even my little garden.
The birds instinctively know where to find the seeds when most of the bounty of the branch has been plucked and taken into homes and cellars. I would like to learn from the birds.
A touch of green remains here or there,
and bounces back quickly, with something to share.
Seedpods wear wigs of hoary frost.
Some thoughts on my mind this morning have been the quick passage of time. Hours easily turn to days, days to weeks, with month after month bringing a new year. More quickly that I can believe.
“Autumn to winter, winter to spring,
Spring into summer, summer to fall–
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.” Dinah Mulock Craik
It’s true. Sometimes life is running so fast, and we run to keep up, we know not that we move.
But I like the thought that I ended my meditation on this morning.
“My times are in thy hand;” Psalm 31:15
Today is a work day for me, but I enjoyed a quick walk through the garden this morning, enjoying watching my breath in a fog around me. I see the plants as they are, remember what they were, and look forward to what they will be again, if time continues for me.
Even in a little patch of land, there’s a lot to learn.
Lynn
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