Once again I felt energized.
I trimmed the dead off the hydrangeas. They will not bloom this year.
Perhaps next year. They have new growth so I am pleased.
The Witch Hazels also have new growth. It will be a few years before they come into their own, but they survived.
I talked with a friend this afternoon.
She thought I might make a list of all the different plants that died this spring.
When I am ready she will listen to the roll call. We will give a moment of silence, together. We will honour my plants that died.
I will plan a ritual for the Rosemary. It is hard for me to talk about the Rosemary.
I had a large hedge. I have been propagating for many years. I will not replant. I have ideas on how to use the Rosemary roots and dead stems.
I will do this on New Moon Day. I am grieving for my lost plants.
I am a plant person.
She is a wolf woman.
She knows my gardens are my refuge and my strength.
I cried today. I miss so many of my plant friends.
It felt good to share this loss.
As I clean up each growing area and remove the dead plants I am being respectful.
I am saying my, "Thank yous and my goodbyes."
I am okay now. I have lost many plants before. Trees and bushes and shrubs have died. This year the loss was perennials. Plants I have had for many, many years.
Plants with stories. Plants with names.
I needed to cry.