This oil can belonged to my grandfather - who was my best friend when I was little girl. He was a mechanic and ALWAYS smelled like oil. I have wonderful memories of being in his garden with him and trying my best to help him work on cars using this oil can - I don't think I ever got to actually pour the oil but I was happy to bring it to him when he needed it. Today this oil can stands perfectly as a token of my history - my roots - in our garden where I still tend the land he and I once tended together.
Lenten Rose
I believe February may be my favorite month of the year with so much life stirring remarkably silent.
The air is cold and the sun is warm
the perfect intermingling of the seasons.
In the quietest moments
life bursts forth from the darkness
into the light.
Drop
In one drop of water are found all the secrets of all the oceans. ~Kahlil Gibran
Hydrangea Bud
There is much potential and possibility in a small bud.
Look closely at the trees, at the shrubs, at life...
It's all there waiting for the conditions to be right to burst forth!
