It is somewhat cold out this morning. We’re not done with winter yet, as I see from the weather forecast online that we’ll have a few nights in the thirties next week.
I will miss my normally scheduled trip on April 15 to Southwoods Nursery. I always look forward to walking out there and seeing rows and rows of plants and trees laid out in front of me.
This year I’ll probably order petunia plants from them and either have them delivered or drive up and have them put what I order in the back of my Pathfinder.
It just won’t be the same though. Not much is these days.
I just walked outside with Charlie to wander around and look at the plants and look what I found. My first rose of the season.
I probably wouldn’t have seen it except I went to push the rose plant all the way against the gate, shifting the angle of the pot. Charlie can see through the opening a bit and he tends to bark when people are back there.
I don’t want him making the neighbors mad so I thought maybe if I partially blocked where the gate meets the fence, then he wouldn’t see them as easily. Of course he’ll still hear them.
As I pushed and turned it I suddenly saw yellow inside the branches. I cut away what was in front of it and this was the beauty I discovered.
It’s funny how gifts are hiding in plain sight just waiting for us to find. This made my day, this perfectly shaped yellow rose.
It reminded me that although the world is far from normal and a bit scary right now, Mother Nature still takes her cue from the turning of the seasonal clock. That does not ever change.
With all the worry and tragedy that has befallen us, there is still something to smile about. Something to cherish. And cherish it I do. I’ll take any good news or bright spots right now.
Yesterday evening Kendra, my oldest, and Riley, her oldest, brought me another meal. Chicken enchiladas and rice.
Tonight I’ll go back to eating the wonderful meatloaf I had left over night before last. I know there have to be two more servings of it still in the fridge.
Maybe I’ll freeze the second one.
I got to thinking that now people know what my life is usually like. I don’t tend to go out a lot by choice, though it would be nice to be out and about a bit more than is possible now.
People are sheltering in place, living like I’m accustomed to living on a fairly regular basis.
I find my joy on the patio. I find contentment here in my 725 square foot apartment.
Of course I’d love nothing more than to stroll a garden nursery right now. But for the most part this distancing from others is nothing new for me. It is the life I’ve chosen.
Though the sight I sure enjoy seeing is when Kendra comes through my door. That is like a thousand yellow roses greeting me. Having her around is the greatest of gifts.