This weekend the icy wind finally died down and the Spring sunshine came out to play. Ordinarily I’m more than content to linger in Winter but my being is yearning for the warmer weather to arrive this year.
We headed out to Hillier Gardens with the children’s grandparents for a good long walk and a look at the stunning gardens.
I am a bit of a magnolia obsessive and had been hoping to see them out but alas the long Winter has kept all but a few tightly tucked away in their leathery-furry buds.
The anticipation of the magnolia season is a sweet end to the Winter. I crane my neck as I pass by trees in the area hoping for a first glimpse of the waxy petals opening toward the sun.
This weekend I contented myself with the promise of their coming. Photographing the beautiful branch patterns and the light caught in the fat, furry buds. But soon, soon, I will be back for the real deal.
Thank you to everyone who sent me messages over the last week about my giving up the day job. I am looking forward to what the future holds!
Many of you emailed to tell me about your own situations. Your dreams, worries about leaving behind a reliable job or to share how leaping has worked out for you.
Thank you all so much; it is so wonderful to feel connected to brave and creative women and to have you join me here.
…and then the day came
when the risk to remain tight,
in a bud,
became more painful
than the risk it took to bloom*…
Has that day come for you?
*this has been widely attributed to Anais Nin as she was once quoted saying it. This post suggests that Elizabeth Appell is the author of the poem.