The Surging of Life

Spring Garden in France

I have a post about one of our favorite museums here in Paris to share with you but the truth is I haven’t been able to get myself to take the time to finish editing the pictures. It’s not because I don’t love them but if I’m being honest, I’ve been stalled on them. And then this morning I thought that what I should really share was a celebration of the holiday to come. A holiday for when life comes surging back. And that’s exactly what my mother-in-law wanted me to document in her garden the last weekend we were there. She wanted pictures of that moment in between. The quiet right before the surge of life washes over the sleeping ground. The garden waiting.

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

So that’s what I knew I wanted to share this Good Friday. Admittedly, winters in this part of France look little like the winters I know in my Maine. The ground rarely gets that unforgiving hollow thump from being frozen nor does it ever stay white very long if it ever gets a layer of snow. I had forgotten what the winter ground sounds and feels like until I was home in February. So curious. And because that rarely happens in this climate, green can blanket the ground even in the darkest months. Hardy old friends like leeks, beets, cabbage, and chard march right through the cold.

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

But new delicate greens are popping up in every corner. Vibrant colors that have been dormant for months. The birds have so much to tell in the trees and everything seems to be humming. It’s all waking up. It’s all surging back.

Spring Garden in France

Spring Garden in France

A very beautiful spring to you and a very Happy Easter.

xo,

A.

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10 thoughts on “The Surging of Life

  1. Oooo. The pictures make me want to be there to smell it myself. And I’m so jealous her hardy greens can make it thru the winter. What a treat to get fresh vegetables throughout the winter. I feel like I spend the winter months at home itching for the summer markets to start back up.

    • Isn’t it crazy? I love when R.’s grandfather pulls up some leeks in the winter, ties them to a stake along the stream, and lets them hang out in the water to defrost.

  2. The last photo of the Pulmonaria, so anxious for spring that the flowers almost appear before the leaves…the essence of spring. We are getting close to that state here in New Hamshire. Thankyou.

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