Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
It is nothing short of bliss; seasonal perhaps, but no less perfect, for that feeling of being at home with nature. The warming sun, slight breeze, and rich moist soil in my garden conspire to render my day perfection. Up come the perennials: spurge, primrose, bergenia, fritalleries, violets, bleeding hearts, apple trees and our awesomely lovely, perfumed Magnolia.
Delightful whiffs of rich blossoms and that of the welcoming soil as I pluck tiny heucheras and move them elsewhere in the garden, imbue me with a power and a purpose borrowed from Nature. Unmounding roses, trimming stalks as bees whip themselves into a frenzy of anticipation, while a cardinal sings nearby, offering its brilliant voice for a duet with an spring-worm-ecstatic robin.
The comfort of bare arms warmed by the sun as I fuss in the garden, two small dogs silently padding after, muzzling new grass, spreading themselves on the lawn, baking in the sun alongside one another. Purple lungwort, white anemone, red, white and yellow tulips, red primrose and forget-me-nots raising insouciant heads. Ritual renewal awakens us, each and every one, to life's rich offerings.
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