In the blink of an eye, it’s gone. Remember when you were a child and summer seemed like a forever promise? Spring showers bring May flowers. And yet May seems to be the month of good-bye and hello. Forever is just not a contender. Summer flies on the wings of hope and desire. Dreams take flight…and in the blink of an eye, it’s gone.
School ends and summer jobs begin. Spring fever ends and poison ivy begins to creep into our lives. Spring greens fade from the garden and tomato plants need stakes to support their growth.
I believe in, and practice present moment living. I am actually pretty good…not perfect…but pretty good at it. So I find myself here at Blue Heron Farm, ending a season of change and growth, and exiting to unfold in a new place…the spring of Sadie’s Place. Sadie’s Place is a whole month behind the frost date of Blue Heron Farm. A different soil, weather pattern, and relationship with the land. I say good-bye to an army of double iris and hello to bee balm. Good-bye to chickweed pesto (growing just outside my door at BHF) and hello to basil and summer tomatoes (growing ,just outside my door at Sadie’s Place). I say good-bye to cozy blankets and fleece and hello to cool summer-cotton sheets.
I hum, to everything there is a season…..
Wherever I go I take this with me. It is good and full and complete. And it is short and sweet and temporary. In the blink of an eye it changes. It’s all good. ( e’ tutu bene)
As I leave the farm for this season, I celebrate with my friend Norma as we tout our wares in the garden. Jewelry and baskets against a back drop of blue sky, grassy field, and golden pond. We sit for a moment with friends to sip sweet wine and breathe deeply the moment as it passes. Join us if you can. Gallery In The Garden…two Wednesdays in May and then, in the blink of an eye….gone. 
Enjoy each moment, it is so worth the pausing.
I believe in this easy progression of here then gone. I find myself quite often at ease with, and comfortable in the passing of my days. Just seems natural to me. Nature is a good teacher. But I do relish the pause and intention with which I gaze upon the exchange. The giving up of the known as it passes into the becoming. Ahhhh, sweetness.
So here we are…unable to keep our eyes wide open. Blinking is natural and necessary. I guess it’s just good to practice re-focusing our vision after the blink. What beautiful new vision awaits?
