Pulmonaria....those magical changing colors and spotted leaves

Oh the joy of Bluebells!

 Death in the garden...

Sweeet woodruff and columbine....constants and blessings of the early spring garden

Aconites ...a wonderful welcomed flower of spring
I need to plant more

Bloodroot I rescued from a building site...the rest of them are all gone
forever

Johnny jump up
wanted to grow
all he needed was the sun
the rest was
within him

Even Autumn Joy sedum needs Spring.

A late afternoon stroll
through my muddy soaked garden
searching the ground for signs of awakening plants
I heard the Night Hawk, first time,
not yet spring
looked up to the sky...
and I was the one
awakened.

The tulip fence

This a rescued section of wrought iron from a very old Swedish Lutheran church in the City that was being converted into condos......my heart is still broken over this.
I was supposed to get the entire little fence,as promised to my son in law by the contractor, but in the night....thieves came and stole my fence....leaving only this section which they couldn't get out. It got damaged in the taking,but it has a home with me..in my Lutheran garden.........

The winter has made it
more beautiful to me
A crumbling piece of clay
on a bed of decaying leaves
a pine bow for its gravemarker

I, too, feel the warmth of this
morning's sunlight
want to stretch winter away
burst forth and bloom

Love is in the air

***
When you stop looking for something,
you see it right in front of you.

....Eleanor Coppola

***

Sunday Garden

HOLY SPIRIT

Holy Spirit,
giving life to all,
moving all creatures,
root of all things,
washing them clean,
wiping out their mistakes,
healing their wounds,
you are our true life,
luminous, wonderful,
awakening the heart
from its ancient sleep.

-Hildegard of Bingen

Last night ,I think the North retreated

Catch that shadow
in the brilliant light
of fading ice
winter is on the retreat

I shall miss its holy quietness
its fancy dressing of the trees
The beauty of its snowflakes
the only beauty
sometimes for weeks
I shall miss it
but not much

Hope is the thing with feathers---
that perches in the soul
-emily dickinson

It is not even spring
and I daydream of the wildness
of the late summer garden
when everything rushes
to show that last bloom
where I can go and understand it all
that feeling of the shortening days
I know the necessity of this
-before it is dark
and the night is frozen

Maybe that is why -

I am resurrected
in the blooming of the snowdrop
the tulip
the daffodils
the aconites
rising with the longer days of sun
on our way to another season
of growth

It is the first mild day of March
Each minute sweeter than before...
There is a blessing in the air....
-William Wordsworth


Ah,the poet knows my heart!
An infusion of energy is pumping thorough my body
time to prepare myself for spring clean up in my open bar of joy
...toiling I enjoy
a sort of zen experience
becoming one with the garden again
getting lost in her epiphanies

Life is but a day:
A fragile dewdrop
on its perilous way
From a tree's summit
...john keats

Soon soon we'll be back in the garden!

Speak to the earth,
and it shall teach thee

-Job 12:8