More Garden Talk

Everything changes
and
Nothing is permanent

So said the evergreens
behind the brick wall
whispering in the wind

And the bird whose chirping
made a consistent chatter
hoping to chase me away

The garden itself seems
a mix of death and new growth
all at once

Interesting to think about how
plants die back in the fall and 
then come to life in spring 
often more abundant than before

My big beautiful Scotch Broom
grew from a tiny plant that someone
had tossed in the trash

It grew bigger and bigger 
over a period of years, gifting us 
a huge bouquet of tiny red-orange blossoms

Then came a winter where half the plant died
and slowly the rest of its slender branches
died as well.

There is something so in the moment -
the need to appreciate what blooms before us

Because it may not last for as long as we wish
and neither, I dare say,
will we.