In the Spring, I plant and nest and get excited about my yard and all the possibilities the season might bring. This year, I'm excited because my blackberry bush is close to producing the first batch of, hopefully, many. One berry is red right now. I cannot wait to pick it and eat it and enjoy the fact that I nurtured that plant all through the winter.
Usually, I plant flowers, water them, until I forget a few weekends in a row, see that they are dying, and either work really hard to revive them or just let them die. But my blackberry bush, and my dwarf orange tree, are two signs that I cared enough, all through the cold, harsh, winter, to keep them alive and well.
It seems that planting and growing things is the metaphor for my relationship. It would seem that I have allowed my relationship, the most important plant of my life, to lose most of its leaves, wilt and cling to life.
We seriously love each other. Neither of us would be in it if we didn't. This I know. This I do not doubt. But I have a part in killing it too. And I don't want to lose it. So, I have to give it all my love and nurturing and care. Even if sometimes the thorns prick me and make my fingers bleed I must attend to it diligently. I must reach in and pull the dead leaves off and make room for the new ones, even if it harbors spiders that bite me and cause my skin to swell.
In the Spring, there will be sunshine and there will be clouds. We will have Santa Anas and offshore winds. There will be rain when it's least expected but there will be many beautiful days. The plant needs all of these to grow and establish its roots and thrive.
It is Spring and it's a season filled with possibilities.
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