seldom heard but often sung
the perfectly silvered song
of a spring morning
gilded with rims of highly polished light
till the melody is striking as wind
in chimes ringing
clear pure tones
crystalline dawn rises singing
to meet the harmonies of sapphire sky
and morning moon
enveloped into the chorus
of birdsong and sun
The garden birdbath was a busy place this afternoon! We had many visitors taking a refreshing pause in the cool water.
I was so excited to see the bluebird couple – they have nested in our bluebird house on the old oak tree again this year. Must have taken a moment away from the rowdy chicks for a few moments alone!
The garden has a mind of its own this year – the columbine are a jungle of colorful blooms and lush green foliage – some have grown almost waist high!
The small dogwood trees are doing a great job of filling out and shading all the other plants. After losing our big saw tooth oak tree a couple of years ago, shade has been sorely missed and the garden suffered a bit because of it.
But now all is shady and cool and filled with chipmunk trails and faerie glades. Not too much rabbit damage this year. The hungry vixen has taken down that population to feed her kits. She and I came face to face this weekend. I was filling the hummingbird feeders early Saturday morning, when she popped over the rock ledge. Startled us both, but it was wonderful to see her and her foxy beauty – lean, with a gorgeous red coat. She trotted to the edge of the yard and went back to her den. Hope that she and her family will make this their permanent residence for a while.
The foxglove are blooming and the astilbe are beginning to fill out. The hosta look happy for the shade of the little trees. I will let the columbine seed pods dry and then harvest the seeds to share with friends and family.
I love sitting in the garden – watching the birds and the insects – the bumble bees are as busy as ever. The sound of the waterfall, rustling of leaves, dappled sun bouncing over the flowers – a soothing and relaxing space – filling my heart with spring.
I hope you have a quiet green space to visit and enjoy – and your heart is filled with spring too!
Ahhh – the garden is filled with color and the bees busy at their tasks. Our iris have begun to bloom sending the old fashioned flags above the garden, stately with their strapping green leaves.
Iris always remind me of my grandmother, Albertine Nettie Savage Gresham, Teeney for short and Mam Ma to her grandchildren. She had iris on the slope of her yard in Waco, TX. The night air in May was filled with their fragrance. And they always seem to look like older ladies to me – with colorful scarves covering their well coiffed hair and smelling of sweet floral perfumes and powders.
The fringed pinks are blooming too – their scent of clove and spice mixing with the sweetness of the iris.
Our columbine are beginning to show signs of going to seed – their season is never long enough. And when they go to seed, my garden does too, until the husks are dry enough to harvest seed for friends and family and to broadcast the next generations into the garden. Then the dry stalks can be cut back to make way for summer flowers.
The heron watches over the pollywogs – will soon have tiny frogs to contend with along the path. Water brings its own magic into the May garden.
Now, this year, the columbines are just showing off!
The garden is thick with these sweet flowers in a riot of color and form. We have the palest of clear white to deep burgundy to double blues for the first time.
The bees are drunk with delight. You should see these big old bumbles working their magic – cross pollinating to beat the band, and leaving the secrets of their work to be revealed next spring. They tumble thru the garden, loaded with golden pollen, to finally make their way to a hive hidden in the woods. I wonder what columbine honey would taste like?
The iris will be in bloom in the next few days and the pinks are just showing color. Hostas and ferns are making their way. So the summer garden is taking shape.
I am sure the fairies are enjoying this garden – dancing and reveling in the magic of the columbines every night under the new moon.
I keeping hoping to see them one night in their merriment – might even join in the dance.