Budding

Good to be home. Two days of sunny driving. Coffee sitting ourdoors when we got in, so lovely to feel the sun on my face. The garden is thriving, lots of colourful new shoots, including the rose trees.

I'll catch up on comments in the next day or so.


The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to re-teach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower
and retell it in words and in touch
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing;

From a poem with the unlikely name of "St Francis and the Sow"
Galway Kinnell