under his breath,
he repeats the nomenclature
of flowers,
Aquilegia, columbine, the dove
Liliaceae , lily, the sweet
Violaceae, violet, the hidden,
memorizing latin names
and habits of each flora,
indigenous and cultivated,
he bends to the earth
in admiration.
every flower whispers
of pistil and stamen
petal and stem
their closely kept secrets
confessed
to his willing heart
and he keeps their confidences.
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.
Smiles
K
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!
winter’s chrysalis has broken-
spring stretches her bright colored wings
to warm in the april sun
humid evening breeze
whispers at the open door
come out, come out
the hyacinths are in bloom
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
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!!!
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
*** this is one of my favorite poems – maybe the first I ever memorized – and the daffodils are happy residents of my garden
tidying the spring garden
aches of muscles
long wintered over
from the cold winter garden
bright golden trumpets of daffodils
intrusion of grace
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