They got me.
The magazine people.
I bought a garden magazine yesterday.
And all I could do was dream last night
about redoing a section of my garden.
See that stone bench in the background
I'm thinking of making a meditation spot there.
Collecting my stones and rocks
in one place
a quiet still place in the shade
Oh I am excited
about the garden
I don't see the dreariness
of it now
I'm off and planning
a good place to sit
Thanks magazine people

River Birch Blues

Look how high you reach
 to the sky
as your peeling bark sheds

Shall I pick up a scrap
scrawl a message
across

"Send reinforcements
can't hold out much longer
the battle, too long
my strength, low
Send the robins!"

Stay still my garden
while I'm away
hold tight to your potential
till I return
Shelter the animals
give of yourselves
for me
endure what comes your way
for it is from God
and if all goes well
I'll be back
to walk again
to share the light
of morning
leave my footprints

I am lonely
for my garden
for green
for the shade...
for a quiet sit in the morning
for the song of the robin
for the cry of the nighthawk
for white moonflowers at dusk
for heavenly blue morning glories
for the ephemerals
for black eyed susans
for joe pye weed
for all of my wards
I am lonely for my garden

Looking only at now

I love to walk this path into the garden in the deep of summer.
Because of my overplanting of everything
it provides the only shade in this southwest facing backyard.

..and as you make the turn just under the arbor
with its many hanging objects
the garden unfolds
...It never ceases to thrill me
this unfolding
This I got right...


But, today it is a path of snow
that leads into a garden of more snow
and the snow is slowly turning to mush
revealing the messy remains of the birdfeeders
Oh woe..

64 more days until spring
until the first aconite

So I try to enjoy what is
before me
staying in the present
...for it is here
that I am

No one promises us spring.


" THE SECRET OF CONTENTMENT
IS KNOWING HOW TO ENJOY
WHAT YOU HAVE,
AND TO BE ABLE TO LOSE ALL DESIRE FOR THINGS
BEYOND YOUR REACH"

....Lin Yutang

Blessings

-susan

Looking for Evening

Jane Kenyon is my favorite poet.
This evening in the garden
I recalled one of her best known poems.

It brings comfort
as does the garden
to me

LET EVENING COME  

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through chinks in the barn, moving
up the bales as the sun moves down.

Let the cricket take up chafing
as a woman takes up her needles
and her yarn. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned
in long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the fox go back to its sandy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the shed
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoop
in the oats, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don't
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come. 
.....Jane Kenyon 

It is marvelous when all that I love comes together with all that I love.
..as the poem that I love
came to me in the garden that I love.


yes, let evening come.............susan

Looking for morning light

Just outside my window
the skeletons of the garden
dance in morning light
Last evening the sunset spread across
the horizon in glorious
hues of pink and blue
I knew
this day... this morning
would be one of wonderous light
warming my being
with beauty
of the garden

Looking for what binds

I brought this woodbine home from Galena.
Little did I know, along with it rode wild grapevine.
I've always loved ivy covered bricks.
Now this is not ivy by any stretch, but I have found that the birds are crazy about it.
But I'm not crazy about how it has grown to the roof and up the chimney.
This year I will have to go at it.
The worst of it is the grape.
But it must go, and fast.
Woodbine is pretty in the fall when its leaves turn a nice red.
I like red.
..a wench sort of color.
But it will all bind the garden soon in that area if I don't do some major pruning and pulling.
See, I'm already thinking about working in the garden
Getting my hands dirty
Starting over in that area

A garden
never the same
and for that I am
grateful

*susan

Looking for sound

This year I left all the bells and chimes hanging in the trees. If I'm lucky enough to be outside when a strong enough breeze comes along to stir them, I get a joyful feeling inside that the garden still speaks in the dead of January.

I especially like my temple bells. I have many in various sizes. Some of them take a considerable wind to make them speak. But when they do....it is a glorious time just before a summer storm...a heavenly downpour...when the air becomes charged and the birds engage in a furious zig zag flight in front of you fleeing for safe cover.
Sometimes I stay outside and watch as the wind kicks up and the tress start to sway and bend and the sky goes suddenly dark and menacing. Then all of the bells and chimes of the garden speak...Ting ting gong gong...clang clang

But not today. Today they are still.
But in their stillness potential is held
and that is enough
on this very cold January morning
about 67 days until spring

Looking for simple beauty

Feeling a bit better today, I ventured briefly out into the yard. What is left of beauty to see I thought?

I do not clean up the garden in the fall, but rather leave it till mid spring,after the warblers and Thrushes and Thrashers have passed through having happily scratched over the dead leaf debris for bugs.

I learned the hard way not to let this job to landscapers. They are landscrapers.

I, being a garden wench, prefer the natural look of dried plants and grasses poking through the snow covered earth. Winter color.

But I also embrace the freely given element of light. It is what transforms the ordinary into heavenly...the spectacular,the holy.

Why, this little dried flower...stopped me in my tracks by its simply beauty. I could imagine it a lone tree in the midst of a desert.

The footprints in the snow could as well have been camel tracks across a dune.

The garden does this to me...allows my mind to drift like snow, to see shadow because of light.

My walk was brief..I am still suffering this nasty cold

but for a moment, I was in a desert in the middle of a snow filled garden. Ha!

Looking for why

A lone bird perched on the set buds of the Horsechestnut tree

The open bar of joy is closing for him for the night

but he sits and waits, or is he looking?

No song is heard

No other birds around

not even Harry Hawk

So what is his purpose is perching on that branch

this late in the evening?

Maybe to be there for me

I step outside to walk in the garden

make footprints in the snow

join theirs

The bird flies away

but I stay perched

Why do I wait?

What am I looking for?

Only the garden knows

Winter morning

Dressed in white

Before the light of day

Covered like gloves

I could dance

Looking for white

This morning the garden was covered with snow. Glorious,fluffy,quiet snow. It covered the branches like a ladies long gloves on a special night out. Joy.
Early morning winter sky is a thing of beauty,a thing that can't be put into words. It looks down over the garden like a comforting angel.
I stepped outside to listen for the muffled sound of sounds.
The air thick with winter,like wearing a muffler myself as I walked around the yard
before daylight changed it all.
Soon the birds will be out scurrying around the snow covered feeders. Little Juncos will be scratching through the very white snow for dropped seeds from yesterday.
I see footprints all around the yard..busy animals. I wonder if they took a moment to dance in delight of the falling snow..or is that only left for humans to feel.
We are given the ability to stop and see.
Animals must hunt for food or shelter or water or a mate.
How lucky the garden provides us with so much more.
I do not curse the white snow
but rather sit and enjoy it as the beauty of this day
in my garden
for under it waits flowers waiting to grow
I shall wait, too.


*******

"Don't go outside your house to see flowers.

My friend,don't bother with that excursion.

Inside your body there are flowers.

One flower has a thousand petals.

That will do for a place to sit.

Sitting there you will have a glimpse of beauty
inside the body and out of it,
before gardens and after gardens."

......Robert Bly, The Kabier Book



                                 Joy to you this day...susan

Looking for today's post

I really did do a post today..but I posted it on my other blog
by mistake. I tried to change it without rewriting it..but couldn't find a way to..any hints?
If you want to see my post about Looking for green
go to http://suz-beginagain.blogspot.com/

If you don't want to bother I've posted a picture of desperation.
..Kid squirrel chewing on a cow bone..not just any bone..but part of the leg
I found this rather large bone in Iowa while on a walk at White Water canyon
Now I'll have you know..I feed this squirrel very well...or at least he steals very well...
but Monday I found him chewing on this bone that I had placed in the garden.

I do things like that ...tuck things in here and there...surprises for my garden guests...
I never did find out what the landscaper thought of this large bone in my yard...well the cops never came..so I guess he either missed it or just thought "this ones loco"
It did give me a laugh to see him gnawing on that old thing
Right about now..I'm ready to gnaw on anything myself
deliberate eating stinks sometimes
I'll have to live with hunger....the garden bone is taken