A visit to the April garden

April Garden 2014

2014 garden

Columbines in the garden 2014

Tadpoles 2014

Our garden is beginning to bloom filled with columbine and bleeding hearts. The little volunteer dogwood and redbud trees are thriving – and we have our first blooms on one of the dogwoods this year – and one of the redbuds had one tiny bloom – it seemed so proud!
And as you can see, we will have a nice outbreak of frogapalooza soon – the pond is filled to the brim with tadpoles!

April- to do list

April
To do list

Birdsong (alarm clock with no snooze)
Shower and dress (consider the lilies)
Meditation (breath is everything)
Lose Patience (gain perspective)
Meet auctioneer (commerce and its downside)
Picnic (a loaf, a jug and thou)
Deposit cash in bank (commerce and its upside)
Move snapping turtle (fellow traveler)
Pay bills (choreography of need)
Walk hill (mother and child)
Spy tadpoles (demi-gods of change)
Find Hope (interruption of grace)
Weed azalea bed (enlightenment then weeding)
Dinner (nourishing body and soul)
Starlight (nightlight)
Frog chorus (lullaby)
Sleep (perchance to dream)

sunday morning moments

sunday morning reflections 2014

wavering reflection/ dawns light on the water/ prayers of thanksgiving

sound of trumpets/ wild geese overhead /processional hymn

echoing across the cove/ tiny wrens warbling song/ call to worship

frothy white pear blossoms/ peek out from the woods/ little girls in church

small brown chipmunk/ perched on the gray stone wall/ morning meditations

small fishing boats/ bobbing in the morning cove/ gestures of faith

across the warming meadow/ cacophony of birdsong/ sunday morning choir practice

morning wakes/ shrouded in gray mist/ prayers of intercession

quiet murmuring/ pale gray doves in the cedars/ lenten prayers

from the cedar tops/ blue jays call/ shouts of acclamation

cold wind ruffles the morning cove/ sound of waves against the rocky shore/ prayers of the penitent

from the cold winter garden/ bright golden trumpets of daffodils/ intrusion of grace

*** This is the scene that greeted me this morning as I was filling the birdfeeders – such a glorious sky and reflections – hope you have a beautiful day

in the pond

in the pond, I saw
ribbons glistening with fragile
black polka dots of life
unspooled
as though a special present
was joyfully torn open
and the wrappings left
to fend for themselves
lovely elegant skeins
filled with the future
ink dotted children
black comma’ed offspring
creatures of water and air
neither fish nor fowl
born to one elemental force
alive in the gullied water
finding legs within
to leap to the essential element
air lunged full
in the oxygen sky
blue green
tree filled world
of moss, mud and marsh
tiny metamorphic saints of change
chanting in the afternoon rain

pond and frog

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reunited
pond and frog
frolicking to commence shortly

*** Just in the past two days, our annual frog awakening has begun.The evening is filled with their trilling calls and lots of splashing about. Soon, the rocks will be covered in translucent ribbons of ink black eggs – then polliwogs and tadpoles! Spring is here!!!

crazy quilt

The Quiet of the Crescent Moon
pieced together in cobalt and lilac
squares of crazy quilted sky fill in scraps of the day
stitched with sharp needles of stars and comet tails
held in place by old oaks outstretched arms
reaching up until the twilight is pinned
hemmed and skirted by dusk and sweet dreams
receding day spills across the western ridge
to get swept into the corners of night