Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Color


I bought some flowers yesterday. Red and yellow in a vase, arranged in a springtime bouquet from the grocery, they brighten up the dining room.

I used to love to have flowers in the house.

These are the first ones I've purchased since the memorial bouquets that filled every room faded and drooped in September.

When I went out back yesterday afternoon, I looked at the garden beds and felt the smallest stirring of longing. Last fall I had thought, in a vague sort of way, about planting new bulbs, but with getting out of bed being something of a problem, going to a garden center was out of the question. Now, looking at the few scraggly daffodil shoots struggling through the hard ground, I wish that I had been able to do it.

That's something, I thought to myself. Flowers in the dining room and a wish for color and life outside. That's a small beginning.

5 comments:

Purple said...

Indeed...it is...a glimmer of light perhaps.

Julia said...

I think nature and spring can be so healing.

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

It's a good beginning, even if small.

bean said...

spring means new beginnings...however small. (())

Rev SS said...

I'm reminded of the song "The Rose" ... When the night has been too lonely, and the road has been too long, and it seems that love is only for the lucky and the strong, just remember in the winter far beneath the ice and snow, lies the seed that with the sun/Son's love in the Spring becomes a rose.

(((GG))))