This year the weather in Upstate New York was very unusual for the month of February. It was more like springtime! We were even able to have lunch outside once or twice. But this did not last for long. Shortly after, came the snow, followed by sunshine, frost and endless showers…
It was disconcerting. Should we put away the winter things, leave the garden furniture outside, start some seedlings?
Nature seemed to be as lost as we were and seemed not to know what to do; do we let the buds come out… do we wait for a little while… and what about flowers? Thus, it was somehow a disaster: the frost destroyed many buds, the flowers were ruined… It was painful to see the row of hydrangeas in front of the house. It was reduced to a hedge of dry branches. The cold had killed all the early buds. Some people advised us to cut at the root and to let nature resume its work. But I was determined to wait despite the little hope; I didn’t want three years of growth to just disappear like that! And all of a sudden, though very late, some new buds and leaves and flowers started to appear on these dry branches… A miracle!
Today some of the branches remain simple sticks… Every day we try to detect some kind of life, a rebirth. This is our passion.
Our passion is the passion of every Heart’s Home; we want to be poor gardeners looking out for small shoots; we want to believe, despite all opposition, in the victory of life; we want to believe that the everyday love and care can create miracles… Tomorrow nothing will have been destroyed and our garden will be nothing but a flower.