Where Hope Grows

River-2_1_14

I took a trip to the river on Saturday. We sit at the confluence of the Sacramento and American Rivers.

River-Tracks2-2_1_14

At this time of year, the banks are usually under water. Now, there is just dried grass and thistle.

Dry-Riverside-2_1_14

One of my blogging friends said that nature has a way of protecting her garden. This week, she did. We had two days of actual water falling from the sky. When hope gives way, you rely on faith. When faith is not enough, even those with questions turn to prayer. However briefly, they were answered this week.

Narcissus-Rain-2_1_14

You could almost feel the budding trees and early spring risers saying “thank you.”

Iceland-Poppy_2_1_14

Crocus-2_2_14

The groundhog saw his shadow and declared six more weeks of winter. We felt its shiver today, and will gladly welcome it if it brings some more wet weather. We may yet see some rain ahead, but not enough, unfortunately, for our ranchers and growers who have been told there will be no release of water this year. We forget that California was once desert.

Our garden is planted with many drought tolerant perennials. Their hardiness will be well-tested. In a supreme act of faith, Ina pruned the plums today.

Plum-Pruning-2_14

Filled with fruiting buds – we all said another little prayer.

On the subject of prayer, could you say a little one for Ballou? This shy, scared boy has returned to us because his human mom passed away. It has been several weeks, and I have yet to see him smile. He needs a special someone who understands his worried heart and just wants to hold him close.

Balou_2_2_14

And raise a cheer for Ginger. Smiles all around for this gorgeous girl and her new forever home.

Ginger3_DSC_0376_2_14

“Where hope grows, miracles blossom.” ~ Elna Rae