Under the arbor, behind the gate, the garden waits for me. Lavender is waiting to be planted along the walkway, manure waits to be spread in the garden for a new growing season. Weeds don’t wait at all, they continue to grow and take over the garden and need no encouragement! The flowers stand patiently...
I took a walk in the neighborhood this weekend and noticed a house that has been empty for years with white lilacs growing over the fence. I went home for my basket and filled it with flowers. I have two purple lilacs, but the white ones I have never been interested in. I’m kind of...
Is there a season quite as lovely as lilac season? As I walk to the post office, their heady fragrance in the yards fills my senses even before I see the beautiful old fashioned bouquets. Light purple, darker purples, snowy white, they are all so lovely. At our house, I have an old fashioned deep...
Song on a May Morning Now the bright morning star, days harbinger comes dancing from the East, and leads with her the flowry May, who from her green lap throws the yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy...
Color is joy. One does not think joy, one is carried by it. -Ernst Hass I think if joy had a color it would be pink. If joy was a tree, it would be a cherry tree covered in pink blossoms. I’m a little bit partial perhaps, I live in an area where gray is...
