Life

April 28—today, I pruned the viburnum shrub at the entrance of the garden. And how I love this beautiful shrub... its white bride-like rosettes are made of glorious little flowers so intricately close-fitting and in such a magical way, that the eye is always teased into believing they are a single flower, when in reality it is much to the contrary.

It was painful pruning it, I couldn’t leave those beautiful branches heavy with flower go to waste, so I made a bouquet with them, and brought them in. They won’t last for long, but in the mean time they will continue gifting me with the joy of seeing them for a little longer.

I’ve been bothered by a most strange feeling lately, it is a fainty feeling right at the mouth of my stomach.  It is not hunger, or pain and I’m starting to believe that it may has something to do with diabetes?  My energy levels are very low too, I force myself to go out for a long walk and I work in the garden practically all day long, but it isn’t like it used to be, and this fainty feeling it is most upsetting.

A hawk just flew by in front of me this very moment... down to eye level.  I am writing in the garden, writing atop the hours of my days... they seem to fly by too, for my hours go by too fast, days evaporate like water amidst my fingers.  How precious life is, and how I adore studying it under the breezes in my back porch.

I’ve notice that the morning glory seeds I scattered last year are coming back and I have decided to let some of them be this time, and see what happens; particularly the ones that are growing at the feet of one of the grapevines.  Earlier this spring, the Fisherman and I tackled the job of pruning the grapevines... and we did it quite aggressively, so it will be interesting to see the morning glories climb on the naked feet of the grapevines around our back porch.