Two whiskey barrel planters sit on the front porch in need of attention. The former flowering occupants of these modest vessels (which I believe may be the last that you touched) did not survive the winter; and show no signs of any miraculous resurrection.
These planters, along with the fake ferns hanging between the columns, were part of your plan to spruce up our front porch sitting area. It’s amazing what just a little bit of some green vegetation with a sprinkle of flowering color can add to an otherwise bland space.
For me, replanting these particular containers is much more than just a simple gardening task to add a decorative touch. Symbolically, there is a part of you in the withered leaves and scrawny brittle stems left above the soil, and also in the lifeless roots beneath. I had hoped there would have been a perennial rebirth; but at this point, that seems unlikely.
It has taken me awhile to reach the point of being ready to pull out the old and replant. But I think now it is time. The winter of your loss has come and gone, and spring has turned to summer. As the seasons turn, so too must we move on. And it will be nice to have some color on the front porch once again!
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