Posted in: Seasonal Living
Spring is fully here...new green leaves, light rain showers, and the garden filling up with friends, old and new. I love being outside this time of year, hands in the soil, bare feet on the new grass, watching blossoms and change unfold.
Come walk with me in winter's garden. Grab your coat and scarf, and your wool hat if its handy. Bundled up we'll slip out the door into the frosty air, and head down the road until we come to a little gate in the hedge.
This time of year the mist fills the valleys, rolls across the fields, and dances between the trees. It blocks all that is not near, is not immediate, from view.
There have been an abundance of grey, cloudy, still days this summer. You know the type...those days when it the air is heavy with humidity, nothing is moving, and it feels like the world is stagnant...
Last night, listening to it against the roof tiles and watching it dance in the puddles beneath the street lamp...Rain. I could have stayed inside.
Frosted, the ground is. white
ice crystals stand like fur on the stems of herbs and grasses, surfaces of leaves. Painting pictures in feathery waves across the car windscreen. winding, circling.
Winds whisper through golden leaves
and there is release,
a dancing downward.
Fields are filled with Goldenrod, Queen Anne's Lace, and many happy bees. Hands pick cherry tomatoes and raspberries. Both golden. Both sweet...
Gentle rain falling on shades of green. New growth pushing upward and outward-expansion into lengthening days and warming temperatures. Walking boots turn muddy as they explore glens and hills...
february. wild turkey tracks in new snow. Single file, a gentle curve from wood through field, all twenty something, dark bodies stepping into feather deep whiteness...