Hope Is a Garden
I used to grow gladiolas here, until one autumn I didn’t dig them up. It may have been the summer I first got covid that lasted for months and I planted all the bulbs in August because I was too exhausted. The dahlias managed to grow and flower in two months, before being killed by the first hard frost and dug up for the winter. But where did the gladiolas go? I didn’t plant them last year and I certainly didn’t plant them this year. I can’t quite express how much of a gift it is to have this flower come back so mysteriously. It is like looking at an older version of the garden, an older version of myself, now with the perspective granted by time and experience and the chance to do it differently.