and a time to plant…and keep planting and plant and plant and plant and plant

My grandfather came yesterday to visit.  My mother, my grandfather and I all love living things from plants to fish to dogs to children. My grandfather has an impressive garden at his little cottage by the sea. He grows orchids, all manner of vegetables, a full smattering of herbs and of course regular sorts of flowers. Every time I visit him, he takes me to the Elizabethan gardens on Roanoke Island and we wander amongst the trees and talk about roses and history and ferns. This past summer, I told my grandfather that I had a little patch of ground that I was thinking of planting bulbs in come November. He told me he would bring me some cuttings from his garden the next time he came West for business. I arrive home yesterday to find him shoveling the last bit of potting soil. I have a full herbal spread: basil, sage, oregano, chives and my favorite rosemary. I also have various Mums and the ground is now ready for bulb planting. It was one of the most delightful, thoughtful gifts I think I have received in a good while.

As I left Romania, I journaled about how I knew I had to come back to the States. I knew that all though I felt I have a clear vision on what I want, the time was not right. But that didn’t mean things won’t in motion. I have so much to learn about life and love and people and medicine before I settle into the “rest of my life.” There are seasons of our lives and each of them has its own flavor, its own joys and frustrations and sorrows.  Some of them are more exciting than others but all play an essential role in preparing for us for the next one. As much as I day dream and wish for the future, there is much to love about the now.