Hydrangea, in my garden
I woke this morning before light, cupped a warm mug of coffee in my hands and let a soft shiver run through my body, thinking autumn is here. As I sipped my coffee I reflected on what Easter means to me. It has been years since I last attended Mass but my faith grows stronger each day.
Easter, without all the religious rituals, has a different meaning for me. As Easter Sunday approaches I am filled with anticipation as the day brings the realisation, all things are new (born) again. It is a feeling of hope, of determination to make changes, and feel emotionally lighter.
When the sun rose higher, I washed my mug as I watched the hydrangea plants in the garden bed outside the kitchen window. I love hydrangeas! My friend planted them outside the kitchen window so I had something beautiful to look at when they bloomed. They were planted in summer when I got the plants half price in Bunbury when my favourite plant nursery closed their doors but because I had been away for weeks on end, one plant in particular looked like it didn’t make it. I had noticed in the days before Easter as the sun moved across the home, there was just a small triangle of fierce sunlight that hit one plant directly. It was not surprising the plant shed the lovely green leaves and looked ready to be tossed into the bin but I didn’t have the heart to do this.
This morning I walked toward the brown plant, determined to yank it out and put it in the bin. When I looked closer, I found the plant was still alive! It was my Easter gift!
May you, too, see growth in the impossible and improbable.
Happy Easter!
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
Summer, in my 
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