Red and Orange

Task this week: yard, gardens. Linda has extended Patty’s Garden round the corner in the back to the side and it is lovely. But down front bramble covering the ancient pale pink fragrant azaleas was indescribable, we never let it get so bad before, kept evil vines pulled off and cut back, how did this happen? Linda figured it out. 

Springtime has been for weed pulling and whacking, because summer is too hot even to think about it. Last year spring and summer 2012 was so traumatically different because of life and not-life, that no yard work was done, it wasn’t even a thought factor. Suddenly one evening Norman died. It was emotionally crushing, an enormous disappointment in God. Bill’s glioma progressed relentlessly, the word is inexorably, and as it did all that anger returned full force about William of William’s Field and the question someone raised a dozen years ago: “can the faith of Tom Weller survive the death of William Hall?” the focus of a disturbing Easter sermon after William died. Comes tears of spring and summer 2012: can Tom’s fury at Kyrie Pantokrator resolve after this outrage? Yard work was the farthest thing, out of mind. What a mess.

Yard, garden: innocent victim of deep private distress and personal struggle with Lord Creator of All.

Back screen porch. Raining again this morning. Bright red impatiens, and orange. Pink begonia with dozens of tiny blossoms. Lavender rose grafted with three varieties, wonderfully fragrant. Chilly breeze. Rain this morning, clearing with clouds and partly sunny after noon.

Same with faith. Rains and clears. Hot or chilly. Weeds and impatiens, begonias, lavender roses.

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