I am huddled under heather-purple wool, writing about the darkness of fall and the sadness of all these hurricane-stripped trees, when little Ivy (always green) pops in the door of the camper with a handful of forget-me-nots.
Where in this browning world did you find spring blooms?
And she smiles and tells me about a giant cement tunnel and a stream, “You know, THE stream” (but I don’t), and her brother fills out the geographical details, and I nod, knowing, and send him for one of my tiny bottle vases.
I take tender shoots in hand, look at happy yellow centres, like suns in miniature, adored by five (or six – one blossom has exceeded the standard) pale blue petals, open-faced to the end of October, with buds still about to burst like a May morning.
To be sure, a giant tunnel is a mysterious place (portal to what other world?), but I had not expected this. Not in this past-the-frost remnant of autumn, which already feels like November, this colourless, storm-reeling island. Not this cheerful nosegay that even smells like spring.
I inhale slowly, absorbing sweetness into my lungs, and the strangeness of this small, out-of-season sacrament. Our reckoning of time is not the only way to mark the meaning of days.
Who is to say the source of deep-rooted signals sent to push this particular handful of blue into the view of one six year old on a Saturday ramble with dad, and bring it to me in the dimming light?
I only know that I was, indeed, feeling forgotten, and now I’m not.
~ Lindsey Gallant
Oh, to know that we are heard and seen, cared for with such tenderness … Thank you, for sharing this tiny smile the summer left behind … this grand blessing of knowing we are not forgotten … ever!
Yes! It was one of those rather astounding moments of care. And I didn’t even realize I had been feeling forgotten, till I was given the reminder of remembrance, if that makes sense? He gives what we need, even before we can articulate it. (And I love that God speaks the love language of flowers!)
So much spoken if only we have ears to hear and eyes to see. I love this.
Yes, I am always in need of renewed eyes and ears… Thank you.