Frost, faith and flowers

I am not a religious person.  Joan (JKK), my wife, is a believer, although she certainly does not wear those beliefs on her sleeves.  Those two truths came to mind this morning as I looked at Joan’s garden and the pretty flowers she picked yesterday after she got done planting her annuals.

Last week we had frost. It was sheer luck (in my opinion) that the freeze did not kill the perennials in JKK’s garden.  While still sparse, the garden is slowly starting to fill in. In a month or so, it will be lush. JKK will start here incessant weeding, by hand, of course. Her faith that an early frost will not kill, and that, with the helping hands of a hard-working old woman, flowers will emerge resplendent, strikes me as the ultimate triumph of hope over experience. But, then again, I do love her flowers.

RGK

A small part of Joan's flower garden.  It is sparse now as spring comes late in the high plains. Give it another month.

A small part of Joan’s flower garden. It is sparse now as spring comes late in the high plains. Give it another month.

First batch of flowers from Joan's garden. Many more to come.

First batch of flowers from Joan’s garden. Many more to come.

5 responses

  1. RGK,
    You’re not alone in your love of flowers. I asked my wife to marry me in the local botanical garden. I look forward to seeing more from JKK’s garden. Perhaps when I am older I will take it up myself, but for now, I shamelessly content myself with enjoying the fruits of other people’s labors.

  2. Tacoma Owner Clerk,

    As you well know, Voltaire’s quote, speaking through Candide,that “We must cultivate our garden” is enigmatic. But, Joan’s cultivation of her garden strikes me as enigmatic as well. Whatever.

    I appreciate your lovely comment. Thanks.

    All the best.

    RGK

  3. I think we “cultivate our gardens” through introspection and self-examination, as well as efforts to develop and improve our own character, and be good to those closest to us. (Thinking of Voltaire’s contemporary Ben Franklin and his well-known efforts toward self improvement). Fighting entropy on the smallest of scales and creating a little beauty out of chaos.

    Seems to me that weeding flowerbeds qualifies.

  4. Tacoma Owner Clerk,

    “Fighting entropy on the smallest of scales and creating a little beauty out of chaos” is beautiful piece of writing. It fits my wife. Thank you.

    All the best.

    RGK

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