Teased out into the garden today, the allure of the first signs of spring, and the need to throw off my winter cold. Started my Tai Chi routine but the deep breathing still inhibited by my blocked nose. The antibiotics haven’t had their 48 hour slow start out of the box. After a short while, a coughing fit is all the excuse I need to stop and sit down with a cup of tea.
An opportunity to study my garden. Lots of daffodils well out of the ground but not yet raising their bright yellow heads. Good job they are not in Wales, they would be late for St. David’s Day – no wonder we wore paper ones to school. The sedum has already formed its early green florets nestled under the now dead stalks of autumn seed heads, still standing like gravestones marking last year’s achievements. The perennial geranium leaves are just starting to show their leaves sheltered under the comforting thatch of brown leaves of yesterday. Young growth still in need of the protection of old age until all signs of frost has disappeared.
All over the garden bulbs are forcing through the wet winter soil. The occasional early birds are darting about catching the worm and our last year’s Robin is back again inspecting his nest – deep in the Ivy high up on the wall of the house out of reach of Charlie the curious cat.
After one of the coldest winters ——- new life, new beginnings springing from old roots.
Perhaps out of this era of economic austerity and social decline the elderly can dig deep into their years of wisdom and experience to find a new vision of later life for themslves and a learning partnership with the youth of today.