Planting Perennials With a Purpose

There is a certain comfort that comes to me every spring, from perennials I planted years ago, that still pop up, beneath dark soil. I often wonder how in the world they survived the harshness of winter and his unforgiving and relentless frozen lashings, year after year. It makes me think about my own survival as a young girl. Buried beneath my tender exterior, I also found a way to comfort and warm myself beneath the unforgiving cold and darkness. I was just a child bride when the harshness of winters lashed into me, frozen punishments that were warrantless, relentless and unforgiving. But, like a perennial I always found the strength to survive and bloom bigger and stronger every spring. Maybe that is why today, my garden is full of hostas, lavender, cora bells and black eyed susans. Yes, there is a certain wanting that comes to me every year, beneath dark clouds of winter.