These thoughts have been prompted by my first two outings into the yard, clearing planting areas of the winter cover of leaves, pine needles, and residual plant matter from last year’s growing season. It struck me as I was working that these perennials had gone “undercover”and as well “under cover.” They have been both acting, resting, readying for growth in secret, and they have been under the cover of those things just noted. I – ta da! – am the “uncoverer” (although I don’t believe I’d find that word in the dictionary). I have removed the winter build-up and debris, and worked to clear away dead stems and leaves that are the remaining evidence of last year’s successful garden. And in this act, the plants have been “recovered”, brought back to their normal state, or at least prepped for it.
In the side garden by the bow window (for those who have been here) I uncovered and recovered the following today: day lilies, hosta, bleeding heart (both red and white), black eyed susans, evening primrose, bee balm, coral bells, sedum, lamb’s ears, fever few, shasta daisy, columbine, and two plants that I recognize but cannot name. And there are others…just not fully recovered yet!
Gardening is such a wonderful metaphor for those of us whose faith waivers from time to time, for those whose daily lives sometimes drag us down into dark places from which we struggle to emerge. Life does seem to me to be a constant pull to the light, to uncovering and recovering. I give thanks for those in my life who have been the “uncoverers” in my times of being undercover, and for the love and hope which propel me always and ultimately, to recovery.