Love and Hope in the Garden

Or, Buds, Blooms, and New Growth.

Years ago I wrote a post titled “Hope is a Bulb.” I was feeling sad about the world. Sad about hatred and ignorance. Sad about violence. Helpless in the face of so much pain and suffering. It remains overwhelming and I still don’t have the answers.

Actually, I do have the answer. I believe the answer to everything is love. Love. Radical love. What I don’t know is the path to get there.  So, today I go where I feel connected and grounded. The garden. The garden in bloom with empty, amended beds waiting for new growth and full of hope.

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

native salmonberry in bloom

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

rainy day tulips

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

native indian plum

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

native red flowering currant

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

serviceberry (juneberry) budding

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

native oregon grape

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

serviceberry (juneberry) in bloom

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

(hollywood) plum. The italian plum is now in full bloom as well!

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

espaliered pear (barlett & d’anjou)

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

cherry blossoms

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

columnar apple buds

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

blueberry buds and blossoms

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

itty bitty fig

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

wacky rhubarb growth

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

thyme and oregano

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

azalea buds

grow and resist april buds, blooms, and new growth

fresh oakleaf hydrangea growth

Love.

Radical love is the answer. Can we celebrate those we don’t understand? Can we let go of individual power? Can we love others for all their identities? Their gender? Their love? Their skin color? Their sexuality? Their religion? Their class? Can we set aside our judgments and our assumptions and just love?

Just love.

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8 Responses to Love and Hope in the Garden

  1. Shae says:

    Beautiful, Meg. What you said reminded me of a Wendell Berry poem that a friend posted on Facebook this morning:

    The Peace of Wild Things

    When despair for the world grows in me
    and I wake in the night at the least sound
    in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
    I go and lie down where the wood drake
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting with their light. For a time,
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

  2. Memaw Elise says:

    A perfectly timed message, Meg. I agree, love is the answer. And sometimes it is hard to get there and stay there. I love the way you share about how the garden makes you feel. And I love you!

  3. cookcanread says:

    I grew up in Maine and have friends and family in Boston– I spent much of the day Monday waiting to hear that everyone was okay. I am lucky to say that they are. Yesterday, I retreated into the kitchen and baked, made jam, pickled asparagus, made an elaborate dinner. I don’t have a garden other than my window boxes. Your plants are beautiful and this post is, too.

  4. hejemonster says:

    hi there. our garden is so beautiful. as Dr. Cornel West says, “justice is what love looks like in public.” and, just to quote more greatness…Audre Lorde told us “the true focus of revolutionary change is see the oppressor inside us.” People have said it…it seems we must commit to it…Love you and the garden you tend for us.

  5. Marisa says:

    Oh Meg, yes! I feel that for all the heartache that’s in the world right now, there’s also so much love. My sister posted this on Facebook the other day, and it warmed me (just like this post did).

    “Love. Love strong. Love constant. Love bright. Love fierce. Love tender. Love all. Love real. Love at the headwaters, down the mountain, at the mouth and into the ocean. Spill Love.”

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