2020 Blooms

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, …”

–A Tale of Two Cities

Timeless words that speak to my heart and ring true to this unparalleled time we’re living in. But no matter how upside down the world becomes, this moment in history will soon be forgotten and fade into the background of an ever changing stage. Unbinding and sobering to the fleetingness of days.

Two weeks ago, I escaped into the early 1900’s. I escaped into the minds and beings of those that have come before us. A different day in age where payments were made in pennies and people were earnest in leading upright lives. How I wish I could return to those pages of that first book I plucked off the shelf in the library. It was A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, copyright 1943.

While the winds have recently turned cold and the skies darken with rain, I’m thankful to have acted on the inkling to take a walk around our property and witness the inception of graceful magnolia buds, unfolding in the morning sun.

I find beauty both in the classic words stamped in typewriter font and the ephemeral blooms that have the courage to open to the world, if only for an instant. These are the present indulgences of my days.

And while the storm roars on, the birds still sing, making promises of a new tomorrow.

“Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.” pg. 248

–A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Today marks three years of turning this house into a home.