Was it really just one year ago that this little vine was planted? Tucked away in a quiet corner of my world. Hopefully planted among with rocks and vines near my front door.
It survived the sharp blade of some landscaper’s machete and bravely came crawling back up the trellis again. Ever hopeful.
It leans against the trellis that once harbored a lovely hummingbird vine at someone else’s front door in Woodstock. A vine purchased and planted by Lucy in some vain attempt to attract both hummingbirds and joy. But the home on Owl Creek that was full of pain and sorrow.
And so the little trellis was rescued after the fire, with its vines all tangled and scorched, and it was anchored in the soil of a new home. Love bought new vines.
The new vine blooms purple — the color of healing.
