It is a gray spring day in Nashville. Storms threaten. The earth is shedding its winter skin, and new life is breaking through.
Our garden has been purged of last year’s plants. Boxes have been topped off with rich, new soil. Plans for a new irrigation system are in place. Planting has begun.
It’s amazing how much can change in a year. I have let this site fall to the wayside. I used to keep it updated for my Mom’s benefit, but then I learned that she was just “stealing” the photos to print and laminate at home. It was much easier to just email the photos to her.
She passed away unexpectedly in January, and since then, I haven’t known what to do with this.
The old is gone. The new has come.
I have found homes in my house for her cast iron pans, her little blue kerosene lamp, her cookbooks, her sewing machine. But gifts I gave to her? I don’t want them back.
So the question now is, what does life look like now? And how do we move forward?
Hope springs new.
The truth is that I don’t know. But in the coming days and weeks and months, I hope to find out. The promise of spring is new life after as season of barrenness. I have hope.