Inconceivable Antiquity

“How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bring on the roses, violets, and morning dew, it’s time for another meeting of the Society of Gardeners Aged 50 and Over (SGAFO).

Fun times we are having, too, as today there are no roses, violets, or morning dew anywhere in sight to cover the “inconceivable antiquity” of the earth.

Instead, we have ice and a crunchy white snow/sleet mixture forming a cold crust on everything. It lures us in to believing that perhaps in this winter stillness, “inconceivable antiquity”, has slowed down a bit or maybe even stopped for a minute. 

In this winter stillness, I think I’ll slow down, too, and watch the birds as they flit from the feeders to the shrubs in the back garden, make an earnest attempt to put together a seed order or two or three, and then fall deep down into the rabbit hole of an old gardening book.

All current and future members of SGAFO are invited to join me, to forget for a moment anything having to do with “inconceivable antiquity” and enjoy instead the timelessness of gardening.