Hope and Hostas

Oh the hopeful inspiration of perennials! Imagine staying buried in the dirt all winter, yet finding a way up and out of all that cold darkness to flourish in the warm wonder of spring and summer.

Every year.

Remarkable.

These are the tips of just one of about five Hosta plants that appear each spring in our front garden. Someone told me (thanks BJ) that they're okay with shade and are quite hearty, which suits both the tree cover from our large maple out front, and my lack of gardening talent. A plant needs to be fairly self-sufficient to survive me.

Basically, after planting it for the first time, I do nothing but sit there and be inspired.

I find a story here.

Life has seasons too. Waiting in the cold and dark spaces can be so devastating if we forget that a new season is always on the way.

'Weeping may last for a night,
the a shout of joy comes in the morning.'
Psalm 30:5

'Strengthen the feeble hands,
steady the knees that give way;
say to those with fearful hearts,

"Be strong, do not fear;
your God will come,
he will come to save you."
Isaiah 35:3-4



Hang in. Lift your face.
The warm sunshine awaits you.
A new season of flourishing.
And unlike the Hostas who are so self-sufficient,
if you need a little help, just ask.

I write these words full of delight for the morning's crisp sunrise.
Full of excitement to see the Hostas again.

Guess I better plant some more around our new little house.

Day two of this nasty head cold.
Staying home by the tea kettle again today.

Although I did manage to get out and get at some of the dandelions in our backyard later yesterday afternoon.
We'll see how the day unfolds.