I had need of the old jars this morning went to the cellar to retrieve them
the canning jars still had bits of your faded handwriting
Twenty-two years ago you wrote lavender, thyme, anise-hyssop on stickers with neat calligraphy
a row of garden for the herb shelf
It was difficult to loosen faded labels to fill the jars with something new they now sparkle in the dish drainer aside from rust on the hinges
Like what changes the heart what charges iron to rust can’t be removed easily
This season has had extremes of both weather and temperament all over the globe. We’ve ahs a cherry and two maples topple over in a storm this week. This winter they’ll be unexpected firewood, andthen return to the earth as ash after warming us. The cycle of life takes unexpected turns. Have you been nurturing something, in a garden, flowerpot, or in your heart?