Thank you, Hydrangea, for being you
in which I express gratitude for 'quiet time'
Hello Dear Readers,
Today is a day of Thanksgiving. A complicated day, for sure, given the original dynamics at hand - - Colonialism, imperialism, and chauvinism to name a few.
To keep me centered, I’ve been paying attention to the hydrangea - - a native North American shrub that thrives in New England.
Last Saturday, a young couple bought a 12” x 12” edition of Hydrangea & Ficus.
There was something familiar and compelling about the image and the hydrangea itself,
a familiarity that transcended time.
Stunning alive and dried, the individual flowers congregate, creating blooms that thrive throughout the seasons.
Quiet time. The 30 parts carbon that nourish the nitrogen-rich vegetables and other stuff in the compost.
Dried. Composed. In balance.
Oakleaf, Smooth, Mountain & Panicle. So many varieties, yet consistent too.
In a single day, the layers accumulate, ever shifting yet the same.
Do I compose? Of course. Is there intention? Of course.
The garden, the compost pile and the flowers I prune and manage in conversation.
Reassuring, inviting quiet time.
Rest, they say.
We are here, beautiful in every form.
Thank you, hydrangea, for being you.
Thank you, dear readers, for being you.
With gratitude for sharing this time and this space together,
Lyn
Beautiful photos and sentiments.. Made me realize how much I love it even though not knowing their resilience.. Now I love them even more, thank you Lyn! ❤️