A Childless Plant Lady Blog

Winter Solstice

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost

Heavy winds brought my neighbor’s tree across the fence into my yard, knocking down a bird house and scattering limbs everywhere. The tree had been dead for a long time which is why it came down so easily and barely damaged the fence. I see more luck than poetry.

It’s December, so time for rest and reflection. This year has been insane and so full of unexpected happenings. A fallen tree seems so minor.

Late bloomers

November hibernation

Time for rest

Second blooms in October

Late September flowers

Photosynthesis

How is it that a plant can capture the energy of the sun, mix it with water, and grow?

How does a seed, quiet and still, burst from its shell into the ground, and still find more within to erupt into the air and photosynthesize itself into what it was always meant to be?

How does a tree grow and grow, offering its blossoms to pollinators in exchange for a fated entanglement, then offer more, but now fruit, for those wandering by, with hope to spread its seeds?

How do they know? How do they let go? How can I sit in the sun and just be?