There exists a corner
A space left untouched
Nearly forgotten
Long awaiting a wakening
The soil-
weed ridden
and parched
from endless summers’ sun soaked days
We’ve tilled the dirt
Adding sustenance
Giving it strength and spirit
We’ve planted and mulched
Praying for the flora to find robust roots
Watering becomes a religious rite and ritual
A daily baptism and blessing
for these new lives to become one
with Mother Earth
Day 8. For my birthday at the end of March, I decided that I wanted to plant something in our backyard. My husband had spent years before we were married tearing out neglected plants and most recently an empty shed. The yard emerged as a tabula rasa. Certainly a challenge! For his birthday in February we planted a tree in order to create shade. My “something” is metamorphosing into a butterfly garden, created in memory of my late mother who loved them. Each time I have seen one over the years, I feel as if she is paying me a visit.
The act of planting is also an act of persistence for me. In spite of the current climate (no pun intended) and my continuous activism, I believe it is vital to go on joyously living into the new life I am creating here.
Incidentally, the daily word prompt for the challenge, was “HEAL”. Thank you to the folks at WordPress for the help!