Wick

When a thing is wick it has a life about it

Maybe not a life like you and me

But somewhere there's a single streak of green inside it

Now come and let me show you what I mean

When a thing is wick it has a light around it

Maybe not a light that you can see

But hiding down below a spark's asleep inside it

Waiting for the right time to be seen

You clear away the dead parts

So the tender buds can form

Loosen up the earth and

Let the roots get warm

Let the roots get warm

Come a mild day, come a warm rain

Come a snowdrop, a-comin' up

Come a lily, come a lilac

Come to call

Callin' all of us to come and see

Watching the devastation and tragedy continuing to  unfold in Japan; and, remembering New Zealand is still recovering, I find hope for healing and rebirth in the garden.  I believe in miracles...a babies birth amid disaster, finding a lost loved one, a helping hand when least expected, a flower rising from cold dark earth.  They may seem small surrounded by so much heartache; they are miracles none the less.

A few things making me smile today.

Sweet Woodruff

Huechera, Key Lime

Huechera, Peach Melba

Clematis beginning to climb

an abundance of day-lilies

Japan has entered its winter.   Watching how they are reacting to and dealing with this horrible time, I am confident they will see another spring, and be stronger.  They will find the life of what is "wick".

Last night I heard a Japanese citizen respond, when asked how they were coping,  "We do what we can do, and we leave the rest to God".   I need to follow this example more often.

I hope you find something that makes your heart happy today.

When a thing is wick
And someone cares about it 
And comes to work each day
Like you and me

Will it grow?

It will.

Then have no doubt about it
We'll have the grandest garden ever seen. 

"Wick", The Secret Garden (Broadway Musical)