An Hydrangea, transplanted but now thriving teaches me.
Nothing says summer better in Maryland than a blue hydrangea. (And blue crabs – but that’s a subject for later) This one bloom is courtesy of one in our daughter’s yard — a survivor that has itself been transplanted about her property, and lived to blossom.
Could there be a lesson, here?
Both of us have survived serval transplants — The hydrangea is as an old friend telling me buck up and bloom. Even though it has been, it delights.
Of course, looking past the flower, I see the yard . . . and everything that is not there yet. So, I ’d rather look at the trees; towering, lush . . . until I start thinking about how many leaves we will have this fall.
All this seeing makes looking for the next box to unpack almost fun. Where are those box cutters?
When I am anxious it is because I am living in the future. When I am depressed it is because I am living in the past. ~Author Unknown
Lesson to remember: Change is not an anomaly and it doesn’t diminish usefulness. (See the Book of Ruth) But obstinacy will. (Anomalies in This Year’s Garden)
A view from our former kitchen window — An Open Window Kind of Day