The Charming Nook

Today’s post is a pause from the usual writing on my gardening blog. My life recently has been busy, filled with my own list of chores and to-do list, eager to progress.

The winds of Storm Darragh this weekend brought with it unexpected news. It seemed only right to take this time to reflect.

On Friday night our front door blew open, unexpected, unannounced. I heard it unlatch and slowly creak open from our living room, as though someone had opened it. It carried with it no fierceness of the storm and I thought the Mr had gone outside for something.

I walked to the front door, feeling the chill in the air in the hallway, wondering to myself why he had left the front door wide open. Our motion-sensor porch light had not turned on. I called his name out into the darkness a few times, peering around, wondering what he was doing.

Only the wind replied.

A poem by Christina Rossetti.

Who has seen the wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

A poem shared in loving memory of GD; a man I only knew for a relatively short period of time in his life, but I found him to be someone with a depth of intelligence, honesty and kindness that many of us can only hope to be able to share with others in this life.