Monday, October 8, 2012

"The Sky is Low..."

"The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A traveling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.” (Emily Dickinson)

Laying low this weekend after a great youth retreat, I’m on a third cup of coffee, and my kids and I crowd close around the computer screen to watch a science dvd. We munch carrots, pop salted green edamame beans, and chew whole wheat cheese quesadillas (“Mom, whole wheat?! Really?”) while dog variants march across the screen. (“Okay, I’ll try not to buy whole wheat tortillas again.”) 

Later, my teens descend to their rooms for other school, and I ponder flower beds and perennial gardens. The plastic bucket of Shasta daisy roots in my garage languish from their planting delay, and I feverishly plot companion flowers and layouts. 

My borrowed garden books speak of the power of good companions who can bolster up sagging plants, hide unseemly roots, and add vivid color to those around them. The reference books speak of the need for lush fertile soil, enriched by compost and mulch -- treasured life-giving nutrients that spring up from the surrender of decay and death. Hearty life and color spring from old growth, from life surrendered, from the drab of former death

Grabbing my spade, the bucket of dead-looking Shasta daisy roots, some magenta corabells, and bags of daffodil, tulip, and crocus bulbs, I head out under a low grey sky. Pondering companion plants that add strength and beauty to each other, and the need for continually-enriched soil that gives life and heartiness, I plunge hands into cold dirt. 

Linking with Ann, I say, merci seigneur.


Jennifer Dougan said...

I'm sorry my font size and style is different. I can't figure that out, despite all my tweakings. Don't you hate that?


Wise Hearted said...

Jennifer...I thought of several anologies while reading your post. Just the putting together of different plants that compliment each other made me think of how God puts the body of Christ together in every group that meets to worship Him. Love your pictures...fall is not as colorful where we live in California, miss all the color and even raking leaves. Blessings my sister.
PS, wish I could help you with your font...I am always needing help with those kind of things. Thankful for friends who are good at any computer problems. Help will come...

Jayne said...

Thanks for the encouragement to do some yard work. I need to transplant my daisies for the oak tree they are near now takes their summer sun. Much weeding still needs to be done as well as pulling up some dead annuals. Today I am finishing up some Halloween decorations. I will blog about them, hopefully tomorrow. I love getting a good day's work done. God enjoys it when we find satisfaction in our work. Jayne

Jennifer Dougan said...


Yes, those very same analogies were running through my mind then too. I'm glad you saw them too.

I will need to head out to rake those leaves for the first time soon, actually! Well, maybe my son will... :)

Have a great day.


Jennifer Dougan said...


Transplanting flowers and other garden work is so fulfilling, isn't it? And they are fraught with analogies, huh?

I look forward to peeking into your Halloween decorations, Jayne...


Eva Trillian said...

Jennifer! Thank you for visiting "my place" and leaving a comment. Here is the recipe that I had in my counting of eucharisto  I found an English version. Some patience and there it was ;)
Wishing you a wonderful autumn!