It’s my favourite time of year.
The buds are beginning to swell, the ants have begun their reconnaissance, and I know that soon, later this month, these peonies will burst into abundant beauty. Each year it feels a most precious and delightfully fragrant gift.
We lost my father-in-law in mid-March, after a short hospice stay and several years of illness. Life is finding its rhythms again, even if some of them still feel a bit different. Some things help with that more than others.
Rabbi Tarfon reminds us we are not obligated to complete the work, but neither are we free to abandon it. The peonies don’t wait for us to be ready. They bloom.
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