OVER? OR A FRESH START? Stark #writephoto – Marilyn Armstrong

Thursday photo prompt: Stark #writephoto


Often, through the endless winter, Maggie had been sure her garden would never bloom again. As the frozen ground showed no signs of softening in spring sunshine and clumps of dirty brown snow lay on the earth, she would look at the garden and think: “This year, it can’t bloom. Too cold for too long. Too much ice and snow. And I have not been able to work with it, either.”

The overgrown disorder of the last year’s growth was still thatched across the garden. It had rained so much last year they’d been unable to clear it, so it had stayed there, mulching its way through the winter as they mulched with it.

Despite this and her nearly terminal certainty of imminent doom and total destruction, the garden would suddenly return. Everything bloomed at once. Roses and rhododendrons and daylilies and even the daffodils and columbine.

Flowers suddenly bloomed. In some of the worst years when winter had lain on the ground through most of May, those awful, bitter winters? In those years, the garden would bloom all at once with a frantic and wild passion as if it making up for the lost weeks of normal growth, for the dead months when they had been unable to set a single bud.

One day, she would come downstairs and out the gate and gasp at the amazing colors, how the roses had covered the buses like blankets. That the holly was almost a full story tall and even the miniature lilac bushes and thrown a flower or two.

It gave her hope in a world where the sun rarely shined and she prayed only that the well would not be polluted from something poured into the ground, seeping slowly into that fragile layer of underground water.

Their source of life was down there. In her case more than 450 feet down there, one of the deepest wells in the area. Their water had always been clear and ice-cold after it rose from the underlying rocks.

Was this barrenness a forerunner to one more garden? One more summer when the heat didn’t burn the earth to cinders?

She could only watch and wait. Each year was different. One year, it never stopped raining and after a while, the ground felt like a giant sponge, soft and gooey. Then there would be years of drought, leaving all of them wondering if the underground miracle of water would survive.

It was the very early days of the first week in May. In normal years — sometimes called “the old days” — she’d have already seen her early flowers. The garden would have moved on from crocus to daffodil and would now be full of Columbine and the green shoots of daylilies. The old lilac outback would be about to bloom.

Wild garden

But maybe, one more year, the earth would catch its breath and everything would grow again. Maybe the rivers would fill up and somehow, as if they too were seeds waiting to be born, fish would be there and snapping turtle. The geese and the swans and the herons would fish and flocks of ducks would magically float down with the current.

All she could do was wait and never give up hope. the Earth would come back. After all, it always had.



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  1. Our California natives bloom now , giving the garden another chance before the cold sets in. A say, “the cold,” although this year it seems to be taking its time. Still in the 80s. In the summer, plants have a tough time in the real heat. We need lots of rain that we never get.

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    • We had eight drought or half-drought years in a row before the skies broke open and it hasn’t stopped raining yet. New England has always had very erratic weather, so it is harder to tell how much the climate has changed from the interior, but the ocean levels ARE rising along the coast … from Maine to Florida and with it, sick whales, lethal algae and all that. I think off the coast, you can’t see the changes as easily, but ocean levels are not only rising, but they are polluted and unusually warm — hence the much large number of really big sharks roaming the beaches. They used to be rare. Now, they never leave and everyone has to be careful of sharks.

      Climate change is not predictable. It isn’t going to run neatly, like a clock, with every place experiencing the same stuff at the same time. I’m waiting for Mar-a-lago to sink into the mud.

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  2. Hope springs eternal and isn’t that what a garden does? It gives us hope and delight.
    Leslie

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  3. Gardens are wonderful like that. No matter what disappears during the winter months, we are rewarded again the next year with fresh flowers.

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  4. It always does… though given the weather patterns lately, it is proving its resilience.

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  5. That true, it does comes back.

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