This hydrangea climbs up a maple tree in our yard. The vine is about 20 feet tall now.
When I looked out of the living room window the other day, I saw that my climbing hydrangea had buds. “Michael!” I yelled to my husband who was in the yard. I ran outside and dragged him over to look. Upon closer inspection, we saw five clusters of buds about to explode into starbursts of tiny white flowers. I had waited five years for this.
The next day, I was strolling around the back yard and again yelled to Michael to “come look!” This time it was my yucca, a name that belies its stately spires of white flowers. In seven years, my yucca has graced me with this vision just once. As I pointed out to Michael the tall stalk rising up out of the scratchy foliage, I noticed two more blooms-to-be.
My yucca. Not yucky at all, especially once these stalks are covered with white flowers.
There’s more. If you’re not a gardener, stay with me here. There’s a deeper meaning to my garden eureka moments. At least that’s what I choose to believe.
My rose campion, started with cuttings I took from our other house 11 years ago, has finally produced a sprinkling of its vibrant magenta flowers.
And an ornamental variegated grass that I’ve had for four or five years surprised me with tall wheat-like plumes that dance gracefully in every breeze.
Plumes on a variegated ornamental grass.
What the heck is going on in my garden?
People adhere to different philosophies about unexpected events. Here are some commons sayings:
“There are no coincidences.”
“It was meant to be.”
“It happened for a reason.”
One of my personal sayings is: “I’m open to the possibility.”
It’s possible that this year’s garden miracles are a coincidence. It’s possible they’re a result of our rainy May, or the new type of fertilizer I used. I’m going with another possibility. I think my late bloomers are a sign of good things to come.
Last year, I declared that 2017 would be “my” year – the year I would finally conquer my crazy health conditions. So far, 2017 has not exactly been cooperative.
Then, this visual chorus in my garden like angels splashing the earth with a flower-petaled “Hallelujah.”
I’m taking it as a sign that I’ll get better. Or maybe there’s an alternate miracle in store for me. Maybe I’ll hit 1,000 followers on my blog. Or I’ll finish my memoir. Or, even better, all three AND a book deal. Or something different and superior, yet to be revealed.
Yup. I’m going with it.
If nothing else, when I peek out of my living room window or wander around the yard, I’ll be reminded that good things can be in store for us. They may be holding out, just beyond our awareness, waiting for the right moment to appear. I’ll stay open to the possibility that these things take their good old time getting here. And when they do, Hallelujah!