
Having made the mistake of wandering over to the other side, a blog written by someone who is out of communion with TEC and who thinks we are not preaching the gospel, etc., etc., I need to think of something more cheerful.
So I post a photo of a hollyhock. Why this? Mid fall last year, when I realised I was leaving, I dug up two hollyhocks and two white lilacs and planted them down here. One never knows with transplants if they'll like their new environment. With these, they may be a remnant because so much of what I planted was dug up and grassed over.
In any event, this hollyhock bloomed today. It clearly is happy. Once it gets established, I can dig up some more and transplant it at my permanent home. (I did but they didn't winter over.)
I spent this evening planting Asiatic lilies. Come fall I will put in daffodils because there are none here. And soon I will put in your basic day lilies. All of this planting (rhodie, blue hibiscus, red oriental poppies, climbing rose bush) is my way of saying, OK, I am claiming this place as my home, even though it is temporary for however long God deems it to be 'mine' (knowing that the house and property belong to the church).
I am now in my eighth month here. Is it yesterday I moved in? Or has it been ages? The answer depends on the day....
2 comments:
One never knows with transplants if they'll like their new environment.
Lovely. You speak truth about transplanted plants. I wonder if that applies to church folks, too.
I love flowers. They smile back at me.
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