February has always been my least favorite month. Some
relish in their birthday months; I am grateful that it is short and will be
over soon. I’m sorry to dislike any point of time because now it feels that the
days pass by so quickly. I do wish time would slow down. I want to savor in
these moments. Well, I want to savor in some of them.
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| Hellebores |
Like the months in my youth when February brought illness
and all those awful sinus infections, February 2020 has been especially trying.
Emotional turmoil leading to physical sickness; and, then concluding in actual
death, although February is not nearly over. What will come?
I cannot go into detail about the work turbulence but
it has been awful. I have smudged my work office three times and the main
office once this month with essential oils since I cannot have smoke or flame. Then,
my fella’s lifelong dream felt like it ended with a great deal of sadness.
Again, this is not my story to tell so I leave the sentence as vague. There is great
mourning in our home. Last week, a dear friend’s husband lost his three-year
warrior-battle with lung cancer. The funeral was yesterday. Today I am still weary.
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| Winter Daphne |
It has been very cold (for us in Virginia) over the
last few days. Before that our weather was spring-like; again, this week will
be spring-like as well. We have had rain for nearly two weeks, which has
postponed my shed being built but has been good for the grass and our trees and
flowers. The Daphne odora or Winter Daphne is almost in full bloom. I learned
that in Korea, Daphne is poetically called "churihyang" meaning a
thousand-mile scent because of the fragrance of the foliage. I brought some
inside last week although all parts of the plant are poisonous to humans; some
people experience dermatitis from contact with the sap. This I learned, of
course, after I have put my face up close so very often. I wash my hands; I’m
not worried. Since we inherited this Daphne with the house and property, I have
researched a bit about the plants and found that they have a reputation for
being slow growing, difficult and temperamental to grow, and expensive. When
she’s not in bloom and I’m not sticking my face into her fragrant but poisonous
flowers, which I don’t really have to since you can step out our backdoor and
smell her, I leave her alone. She clearly is happy in her spot and has grown by
at least ¼ since we moved here a little over a year ago. What I learned today
resonates with my overall mood about February; Daphnes are not long lived, and
begin deteriorating within 8 to 10 years. Our house is 27 years old. We know
the original owners were gardeners. There is so much evidence of that. Then our
home went into hands of renters for a good decade. There was much evidence of
neglect. Even the copse was overgrown when we moved in. Daphne odora varieties
have a lifespan of around 20 years. When was this beauty planted? Is she young
or old? Is she in her mid-life? We have no idea just as we have no idea about
our own lives. My fella says we’re just going to love her to the end. And, isn’t
that the point anyway?
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| Bela Lugosi Daylily sprouts |
On this cold morning, I go out to peep at what is popping
up in the garden. The Bela Lugosi daylily is resurrecting itself. There are
small leaves reaching out of the soil. We have small hyacinth blooms just
starting. And, then, there is the lungwort.
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| Lungwort |
The lungwort is one of the earliest
perennials to flower in the spring. We transplanted this one from my old garden
at the townhouse. Much like an evergreen, it hardly goes completely away during
our very short winters. The flowers of blue and violet will appear soon. The
buds are already there are weird and fuzzy. One of my delights is that the flowers
close at night and open again in the morning. The Latin name Pulmonaria
comes from pulmo which means, the lung.
In the seventeenth-century, the plant’s
appearance suggested its curative powers and lungwort had a reputation for
healing bronchial and lung problems because of its spotted or resembling as
being diseased, and roughly lung-shaped leaves. Herbalists today vary on their
beliefs of lungwort’s healing powers. Of course, what can stop lung cancer?
Yesterday’s
funeral felt especially sad because it was so personal. My friend’s husband
wrote his own funeral program and even a letter to those in attendance. He had been given a 6 month life expectancy upon his diagnosis and then fought to stay alive for three years. The
message to those left behind resonates with my garden. Don’t quit and have hope. There
is promise in a new day and a new season.
Spring is coming. And, February will
soon end.
