What gives meaning to life? Family, fame and fortune, creativity, and gardening. Said with tongue in cheek...
The garden survived another winter, soon buds will appear on trees and bushes, the grass will begin to grow and turn green, birds are already at the bird bath (a big red cardinal yesterday), and life returns to our frozen north which is thawing, warming, The Good Earth, is that what Pearl Buck called it?
Sometimes winter seems a short intrusion in life, a few months we don't want off but are forced onto us. After the fact it seems a short intrusion.
So, here is my retreat from politics, war, and the world outside of home.
I have no real desire to go anywhere, I have everything I need, at home.
Here are photographs I took this morning of the garden, making its appearance as the snow melts and the days grow longer and the sun stronger and warmer.
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