Do you hear them? The sounds of buds popping open, bringing bright colors and cheer to our lives?
They have been calling me, these sounds of buds popping open. My heart sings along with them, my eyes feast on the beauty.
It looks like this year will be a good one for blossoms and greens. We have not had our devastating late frosts, those which normally nip the possibility of my one lone poppy producing bloom. It’s showing promise. The little Johnny Jump-Ups are having a good year too. The Hawthorne tree has filled out beautifully.
The shrubs along the top of the slope and in front of the morning room are becoming a little aggressive in their growth. The Snowmound Spirea on the right were to be two to three feet tall – that’s what the tag said. I think the tag lied. They should be trimmed, but I like the Secret Garden feel of them overhanging the path. And they sing such a sweet song as the buds pop open.
The Rugosa Roses are happy plants, aren’t they? Happy, but a little devious I think. They entice you to come close, all the while hiding those prickly little thorns. Do approach, but use caution.
The morning light shines through the Iris blossom, giving it an almost ethereal feel. Have you noticed that the Iris sing more loudly than many of the other blossoms when they open?
More Spirea. Gentle, delicate flowers, spots of light among dark foliage. So many songs are being sung in my gardens.
So many colors reflect in my windows. How are your reflections? Are you hearing the songs of your world?
Go out today – take time today to just go out, look, listen and breathe deeply.