I have been absent from the blog, and this time that is a very good thing. I’ve been writing on a new novel and some other things. There’s something of a revival going on within my writer self.
There’s also a great revival of garden life. Some of you may remember a couple of months ago when we planted my grandmother’s roses. They were only sticks.
Now look at them!
The rose bush that started out nearly 60 years ago in North Carolina, moved to Oklahoma and grew large, then split into three bushes in transplanting to Alabama.
All three flourishing!
Some of you might remember, too, my heartache at forgetting my nearly thirty-year-old Christmas cactus plant and leaving it out in the freezing temps the past winter. I had thought it dead.
Sometimes, if we just don’t give up, and keep being patient, and give just a tiny bit of nurturing, new life springs forth.
It does not matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop. ~ Chinese proverb