With a relocation comes a dangling, uprooted feeling.
The familiar is gone.
The flowers, the beauty, I have tended and photographed and painted aren’t outside my door any more. Some may be arriving in containers soon…
But, in the meantime, this has been the visual joy to greet me every morning when I take out Clyde, my toy poodle.
It’s on the edge of the yard of an empty house beside the parsonage at the end of our shared driveway. I was aware of some Christian symbolism attached to this enduring, flowering shrub, so, I googled it this morning. Rose Of Sharon
Now, its Enduring Presence means even more.