Life moves so quickly, doesn’t it?  Births, graduations, marriages, babies, divorces, deaths.  In a big family something or someone is always changing.   Maybe that’s the draw of having a garden next to so much change.  Gardens grow slowly but they grow in place – my lilacs can always been found against this fence, the grape vines over there.

In my soul I know everything changes but my heart dreads it all the same.  I like the certainty of where the peonies will be when they bloom.  I’m grateful that those I love bloom, too, I just wish they could bloom in place as well.