there is a season ..
over the past week i’ve spent time with my eldest sister in hospice .. as she progresses toward the last days of her life on the planet, it is an honour to be with her .. and such an open hearted time for us all .. my sister, our family, friends, nursing staff .. a celebration of a life ..
yesterday afternoon, i planted up the containers on the patio of her home .. cleaned up last year’s pots .. made ‘fresh’ soil with the dirt, manure, and a bit of bonemeal .. refilled the pots .. and stuffed them full with brilliantly coloured petunias, ‘million bells’ and white lobelia .. for me, it was a gesture of love .. for my sister ..
today my other sister joined me in the garden and we finished planting up the pots and cleaning the front garden bed .. we planted begonias and impatiens .. it’s been a few years since we spent any time together as we live hundreds of miles apart .. we dug .. mixed more dirt .. moved plants around .. planted new plants .. we swept and watered .. we wept .. we laughed .. we talked .. we worked together quietly .. we did it for our sister even though she will never see the garden .. we did it for ourselves ..
whether her husband looks after the garden is irrelevant .. the magic and love is contained in the act of our time together .. thinking of sue ..
What a beautiful and touching entry, it brings tears to my eyes
To me, Jane, this is an image of “grace”. . . hugs for you and your sisters. . . .