Yes, it is snowing in the Ozarks in May!
I was looking back at last years pictures and posts of the garden in April. And with the understanding that last year was unusual, by this time, all the trees were completely leafed out and my daylilies were in full bloom. Not this year!
This spring has brought us more seasonable April weather for the Ozarks – a coolish and rainy month with a few warm and perfect days. We can get glorious Mays, filled with lovely sunshine and warm days and I am keeping my fingers crossed that we will be fortunate to have one of those months.
My columbines have surprised us again this year. These are the progeny of just 4 or 5 plants we put in the garden about 10 years ago. They have reseeded like mad and we never know what colors or forms they will take when they grace our garden with blooms.
They seem this year to have gone to a mauvey purpley color. Our big Colorado blue has turned dark maroon, though it has kept its size. We still have quite a few pale pink and bicolored, and one or two terrific grape purple. No doubles this year to my surprise. I had thought they would continue since they seemed to have established their own side of the garden-but not this year – they are all single blossoms.
I love this garden. It delights me every season with its beauty and its charm. One never knows what surprises it has in store – must be the fairies that live there!
In the Pond, I Saw
ribbons glisten with fragile
black polka dots of life
as though a special present
was joyfully torn into
and the wrappings left
to fend for themselves
lovely elegant skeins
filled with the future
summers evening music
morning is accompanied by pipe and drum
sounding the sun
rattle of leaves unfurling
sharp notes of rose and gold
pierce the blue sky
filling in the quarter notes of frogsong
disharmony of dove and robin
south wind scatters
beats of tree and blossom
fresh dancers appear
in fields of henbit and sweetgrass
wreathed in lilac and rose
twined grapevines in their hair
brown rabbits leap in time
traipsing into the contradance
circling round and round and round
dancing into spring
when the pavement sings
that blacktop song
and the top is down
on the first really warm day of spring
swinging west into the sunshine
as the thunderheads roll
onto the fetching fields of desire
hands stretch and caress those first drops of rain
pulling the living moisture
into the awaiting fertile earth
risking the threat of surge and flood
to lie beneath the heavy spring storm
only the thought of
pollination and ovaries
are on anyone’s mind
who has driven into the clouds of billowing
and been confounded with the humming
My ears strain for the still, quiet voice,
Casting out in the afternoon air,
searching for that cadence
of syllables and signs.
It’s there, just within reach,
whispering the rules and wonders
of green understanding and vernal knowledge.
I listen to the southern breeze,
feeling the earth’s slight turning
against the wind.
My toes seeking the gravity
of the graveled walk-
trees moving with me
as I wander the labyrinth path-
for the sacred language of spring.