‘If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom’
– Terri Guillemets
Irises in bloom; a fleeting pleasure discovered on our first visit to the allotment this year. They fade away so quickly outside but for the precious moments they stretch and uncurl my soul blooms to see them.
Just two perfect blooms that survived the harshest winter in Britain for a century, in a forgotten bulb bed that became a trampled shortcut to the shed over the summer. They burst into life a month earlier than last years irises; just when our souls needed a little pick-me-up. A simple reminder that…
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
– Ecclesiastes 3
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