Conservatory Blooms

Each November Smith College in Northampton MA has a flower show. Just when all is muted brown and grey and branches are bare, and when soft fog rises from ponds and bogs to linger until late morning. These are the days one wishes to walk through rooms filled with the natural perfume of blooming flowers one last time before winter sets in.


 I’ve enjoyed these flowers in the hothouse, the last grand splashes of color before winter. The season to celebrate the return of the light is here. Diwali has passed. Soon it will be Chanukah. The Winter solstice and Christmas are less than a month away. It’s a time of mixed blessings, from meditations and prayer to family gatherings. I’m considering cutting down a small yule tree that grows in my yard.  In previous years I’ve decorated it outdoors with popcorn, bird food, and sparkly stars. What is it that’s important to you this season? What do you do to honor this season, and to honor your own spirit?

Best, Elaine

About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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