Sanctuary in a garden

I've always liked the word "Sanctuary". It calms as it trips off the tongue. It sounds the way a hug should feel between friends.

Here in Almonte, we are experiencing odd weather. Case in point: two years ago at this time, Pete and I sat in Adirondack chairs on the deck both snug in winter jackets, snow piled two-three feet high around the deck and cats nestling on laps for warmth. We were looking forward to an Egyptian adventure visiting friends and wandering through civilizations - upon our return, the snows had melted, the daffodils were mature and the cats were into major spring gallop. Today the sun warmed the exposed earth, mosquitos buzzed around (!) and my Pete enjoyed a day on the deck thinking of sun screen. This sanctuary is sound but the climate may not be.

This sanctuary embraces Pete as he recuperates from a hospital stay - he will be fine and we know the garden will aid in this journey. A dear friend is making major life changes and marching boldly on - this garden will hold her stories too.

I wish you all well in finding an embrace of green.

Early Spring clean-up

The winds of God are out today
Exultant through the world they play.
They sweep the heavens, chase the clouds,
Blow clean and pure through dusty crowds.
They toss the gaunt arms of the trees,
The withered leaf before them flees.
The grasses from their sallies run,
Caught by the arrows of the sun.
Upward they bear me on their wings,
With joy my spirit soars and sings
Above the waves of pain and strife
That beat upon the shores of life....

Extract: The Winds of God, Secret Snow by Ethel McKenzie, 1932

For me, community finds odd little connections in a life. We moved here to Almonte, Ontario and found the heritage of the Lanark Valley amazing and unexpected. A case in point is the Mill of Kintail - one-time summer home of R. Tait McKenzie (Canadian Renaissance man born in 1867 - physician, professor and sculptor) and his wife, Ethel. It was the addendum that intrigued me - wife. So I began to sleuth and found a lovely poetry book on-line by Ethel called Secret Snow. (Intrigued? Not to worry, discoveries about Ethel and indeed, the Lanark Valley, will thread throughout this blog as we move forward in time.)

I pulled this text as today, with the early Spring Saturday enticing us outside, I celebrated the results of wind - "exultant through the world they play" indeed. What it meant was debris from silver maples, conifers and oh my, the weeping willow was strewn (love that word) over the property. This little foray into nature is an annual event - more joy than trial - and leads to hours spent under the warming sky with nothing but the snipping sounds of cutters, the grunts of two labourers of the earth and the wonderful trumpeting of the Canada Geese high above - the great birds come home to play. One cat, orange with a matching nose, delicately licks a paw while keeping one eye on our adventures, the other happy in dreamland inside both oblivious to the rather large groundhog that ambles at the back of the property or the chickadees that flirt with the breeze in the Forsythia bush. Early Spring - gotta love it.

So? Why garden?

So why garden and what does that mean anyway? For this gal from the wee town of Almonte, garden means to cultivate and as such, extends way beyond fingers rutting around in the earth - delightful as that is. It means extending oneself out into a larger reality, a community of choice. To garden then is a means to meet-and-greet, to find a network of friends, like-minded individuals and those who will challenge, to find a place of peace and regeneration. Ok, it also means rutting around in the earth, celebrating weeds (ummm) and watching as the results of joyous efforts shape and reshape the context of home.

I find my home here in this garden - this place, this community. It nurtures me when the dross of the day overwhelms, as it must sometimes. It inspires me when I'm looking for a new direction - or maybe just a need to re-frame a current one.

So. With that in mind, I extend into this garden of Blogs. Wonder where it will take me?