Light at the End of the Tunnel
I’m almost afraid to go outside, even though I long for my garden.
A year of high-risk lockdown, illness, and no visitors – does the world still exist? Is my garden still alive? Will it, please oh please, contain those blooms, that heavenly scent?
Trembling, I step out into a world of miracles. The fragrance! Honey in the air!! Clusters of yellow gold. Of the earth, but almost other-worldly in its beauty. My Edgeworthia is in riotous bloom, just as it has been every March, just as it will always be.
I’m alive, alive and Spring is coming at last!