Things that lived in the dirt were generally invisible to me. I’m a city girl and hardly ever stop to smell the roses. Imagine my surprise when I moved into a new house that came with a large rose garden. Really? I’m supposed to keep those alive? (Dear Google, thank you for all of your help.)
I moved in, in the brown, dead winter. Again, imagine my surprise when my backyard started bursting with color this spring. The ugly brown bushes suddenly bloomed pink and purple Azaleas, the green, leafy tree turned blood red, dripping with Camellias, and a sad, gray tree bloomed perfect white flowers with perfect yellow centers. The best surprise was an unidentified tree (that I assumed dead) that miraculously sprouted giant green leaves. This significant discovery inspired a completely random and almost unexplainable action from me: yard work.
Me? Yard work? Hmmm. I started with a vine that was strangling the flowers. This prickly, nasty vine overwhelms the plants, choking off their colorful lives. I asked my man for a hand with one really stubborn weed, and then another strange thing happened. He didn’t stop.
Cut to 7 hours later- we were covered in dirt and hard work, but I was happy. We sweated those 7 hours out with a common cause: to kill ALL of those vines. We were united, and I should add that after a tumultuous year, it was perfectly what we needed.
Yard work? I know. I’m still shocked. Those 7 hours brought us closer than we’d been in a long time. We both showered and went out for Sushi. Even though my pallet usually stays somewhere between black to gray, I chose a bright green blouse from Urban Outfitters. Spring left its mark on me.
Spring is a lot like forgiveness. Things get bad, really bad. Flowers fall off bushes. Leaves evacuate trees. When all hope is lost, spring ushers in a reconciliation. The cycle is unending, and that gives me hope because every year those flowers come back, and there’s no shame in their return. I’m back, reborn, in green.
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