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Father’s Day 2020, in a pensive mood. Recalling the patterns and rhythms of the lives of those close to me and how they intersect with and influence mine. Grandparents, parents, siblings, cousins, distant relative and friends.  Many long gone, of course. But never far from remembrance and never far from my realizing their impact on my growing up years.  And growing up yet, after decades together, watching spring turn to summer.  The wonder of it all never eludes me. I consider this influence often and consider what they would think of this world of ours – a mix of dismay and joyfulness, no doubt.  For my part, I’m thankful for the support and love of the generations before me and am now old enough to realize it’s my turn to return the charity.

Off the top of my head - JUNE 17TH, 2020

Have you ever seen the landscape so lush and green, so prosperous and robust.  The gardens have certainly responded handsomely to just the right amount of rain, well-timed. As well, gentle temps couldn’t help but freshen moods when fresh moods seem just the tonic.

To the gardener, spring invariably carries along with it hope.  No matter the times we’re experiencing.  If we can’t be in a wonderment over the beauty of it all – tulips and daffodils spreading their patented brand of cheer till (hard to believe) last week, lilacs and crabapples never better (or do we say that every year?), and even clover dotting the lawn forces a smile – we’re not trying hard enough.

But mostly aren’t we satisfied when every last corner of the garden lives up to all it advertises? And overjoyed to busy ourselves with whatever trifles are at hand – never more so.  Who can deny that in the garden we’re enjoying the best of times.

One last thought – that has nothing whatsoever to do with gardening.  Recently a friend commented that I’d been losing weight – that my face seems smaller.  After looking in the mirror, it was decided that my face wasn’t decreasing in size, but my hair was increasing in bulk.  A trip to the barber (the first in months) and all’s well again.


Most of us are spending way more time on the home grounds these days than we’d ever imagined.  Unfortunately, that forced sequestered in place  (we’ve acquires a whole new language to  define life, for heaven’s sake) is less to our liking than we may have considered.  I suppose there are some amongst us who don’t mind being deprived of social contact, but I, with close ties to family and friends, have become anxious.  At first, balancing the demands of the workday with the tranquility of home seemed precious. Boy, did we get a lot done in the gardens. This pause does give us a chance to reconnect with nature, not a bad thing.  Still and all, aren’t we about ready to get back to a sane life?  I miss friends sharing moments.  I miss the joy of visitors in the gardens.  I miss hugs and handshakes. I miss spontaneity and unguarded moments.  I miss my barber.

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