It’s getting to the part of the winter piece, where I start to get excited.
Even on grey days like we had today.
Even during these cold cold cold mornings.
Even while the heater blasts all day, every day.
I get excited, because there are signs everywhere.
I don’t know if it’s earlier, or weirder this year…
I have roses. This is one of two, and it is July. Mid-winter.
This isn’t supposed to happen.
But… IT DOES.
Check out my Birds of Paradise.
All out there and ‘look at me,’ poking it’s orange beak out, waiting for it’s mate to join in on the journey.
And finally, the piece de resistance…
Ahhh. My orchids. These ones were actually hidden amongst other greenery, leaning against the outside window, and I didn’t realise they were there until someone pointed out, that they very much were.
All these blooms and pictures of growth, are signs that beneath the surface, things brew.
We might be in hibernation mode, where the tree branches lay bare, colours don’t tend to be bountiful in the garden, and growth is at a standstill.
But just because we can’t see things happening, it doesn’t mean they AREN’T happening.
And I love my little reminders around the house.
Reminders. Signs of hope. Use these words as you may, whichever way serves you best.