Saturday, April 22, 2017

Believe, and be happy!

If you’re in my sun-dappled woodland garden and a large, black butterfly with iridescent blue splashes flies by, most probably it is a Spicebush Swallowtail.  You'll also see the tiny yellow-white butterflies dancing among the spicebush and sassafras, and if you're lucky enough, a Tiger Swallowtail would flutter all over you, as if skipping on stepping stones... 

Ah yes, the butterflies have arrived.  Side by side with the hummingbirds they've arrived.  And now they will dwell in my garden for another magical summer. 

The air carries the magical scent of the wild honeysuckles—sweet, and poignant, and altogether as enchanting as it can be...


The other day while I was trying to steal a whiff of their perfume, I caught a glimpse of a blue dress trailing behind a figure with blonde hair among the trees in the wood. For a moment I stood fixed on the girl in the sky-blue dress, then with one arm stretched out towards her I heard my voice shouting:  "Alice!"  But Alice would not turn to face me...  Was I dreaming?  Oh yes I must had been dreaming!


And who wouldn't!  It is a fairytale sorts of a place around here these days.  Small cotton-like fairies float the atmosphere all over my little world.  The air is filled with fluffy white clouds—and not just the kind you see in the sky.  I'm referring to the airborne fluff of the cottonwood trees which, as the weather gets warmer, let their seeds fly, filling the air with what it looks like tiny white clouds... or fairies.

It almost look like it's snowing.  This is certainly a strange thing to see this time of the year, but luckily, the seeds have nothing to do with snow.  These trees are not actually related to cotton plants; instead, they are poplars, and they grow very tall and have very large leaves, and are all over my woods.   This kind of a 'snow', along with the return of the butterflies can only mean one thing here in the south:  Summer is approaching!




I have got my hummingbird nectar ready, and have filled both of the hummingbird feeders with their life's elixir... I am happy to see my little feathered friends returned, and as I walk my little Paradise-garden in the footsteps of Eve I feel blessed, and right at home. 



I have divided hostas and moved some others to specific spots, and some more suitable places.  Then, I bought an entire flat of white Impatients and have planted them all in the hosta garden.  I can already envisioned the gloriousness of green lush lovely hosta leaves and the purity and delicateness of white Impatients mingling together. 



The irises are in bloom—the first one in a white wedding dress, and more to be opening soon.  


I love irises and although they are a little slow in multiplying, they are finally doing their job after the third year of being planted.   


The privets are putting out their flowers, and the trees are filled with tiny purple globules that soon will be opening up in small clusters of white exquisiteness and a lovely, distinctive sweet scent.  The garden will again be filled with scent... another scent, a new whiff of a different perfume, and all the Elephant Ears have started to come out too.  Some are breaking the ground while still others are already unfurling small green heads that are but the promise of massive leaves and dazzling tropical beauty to come.  This year I have filled every emptied spot in the garden with them, including many of the flowerpots.  I can hardly wait to see them in all their beautiful glory!



The pond is looking marvelous with all and every one of its residents.  All the fishes are doing well, including the two kois, which are growing faster than fast before our very eyes, so it seems.  This is yet another wish of the heart come true.  The gurgling sound of water.  A little frog and fish pond... My soul soars with gratitude.  


We’re constantly communicating with the universe. I believe the external world is a direct reflection of our internal landscape. So in a sense we're creating a world of our own, our own wonderland.



Believe...
Create...
Be happy!



Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Spring has sprung

There has been a sudden explosion of colors and flowers in the garden, and the roses are the queen of my magical forest.





 This afternoon I cut some roses, and made my first bouquet of the year. 



The Elle rose... one of my favorite roses in my southern garden.  Blooms in the softest shades of apricot, cream and pink on a compact bush that's continuously blooming. 



I come home every day during my lunch hour, sit in the garden and share my food with the birds.  


Today, five or six mourning dove welcomed me home, they heard me come in and in a fast and bullet straight flight on whistling wings, settled on the highest branches of one of the trees surrounding the garden.  From their conspicuous perch they watched me and serenaded me with their haunting, melancholy call. 


After all that rain we had this morning everything is looking green, and supple, and totally magical. This is my truest place to be in the entire world, and this is that time of the year when I wish I could stop the clock of life's time and hold it perfect forevermore in every sense. 


The wild honeysuckles are in bloom right now.  I love how this twining climber takes over the tall trees in the woods, and how they tangle around branches, or dangle down from them like flowery paper streamers.




And whose nest is this, I have to wonder.  It is huge, and perfect, and I wish it belongs to some magical owl somewhere out there...     


Then this afternoon a heavy rain passed through the neighborhood again, turning greens into darker greens and blue skies into dark grays.  I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like to be in those woods skirting the garden.  A feeling of solitude crept in, and with it came the comfort of being hidden like a small child playing hide-and-seek, only she was both the seeker and the one who was hidden. 


 "Thirst drove me down to the water, where I drank the moon’s reflection" ~ Rumi


Don't forget to keep dreaming... there is a special plan for you as you travel through your life’s map. With the fire in your soul and your heart as a guide, everything will happen as it should.






Sunday, April 16, 2017

End of the week

We had a lovely, quiet Easter day at home.  Thankful and gratified by the eternal gift we've been bestowed.  "We are the Easter People and Hallelujah is our song."  Pope John Paul II.


I am embellishing our front porch again.  Now that I have all the furniture repainted and ready for another summer, I am now working on the flowers that will be beautifying it.  I wanted some more red flowerpots this year.  I already had a smaller red ceramic flowerpot and have always loved how it brings up that wonderful, bright pop of color and unifies door and pillows on the settee, and definitely wanted some more.  So I bought a larger one and put a hosta there.  I love the combination of the bright red with the lime green of the hosta.  I have also planted the firsts 'Impatient' plants and will be filling that flowerbed by the entrance with lots of them soon.  I love impatiens.  They are needy plants, afternoon shade and moist conditions are a must, but they are lovely fillers and I definitely want lots of them this year. 




I also bought two hanging baskets to replace the ivy geraniums that I had there last year, but unfortunately brought outside way too soon and were burned by frost.  They are the most beautiful of hanging plants too, even the name sounds lovely—bridal veil.  I have never seen type of a plant before, and they have tiny olive-green leaves and beautiful, delicate little white flowers that resemble the baby's breath, cascade in a decorative veil. 



We watched the 'darkness' for the first time this year the other evening.  We sat on the front porch and talked, and dreamed and talked some more until darkness finally descended upon our little white cottage and the solar lights were turned on, letting us enter into the magical world of night.  I can hardly wait for the firefly summer nights of June.




The back gardens are doing lovely as well.  The roses are opening up and bushes are heavy with hundreds of buds ready for the first explosion of the year.  This one here is one of my favorite: Paradise roses.  A true classic rose of form and color. The perfect 5-6" blooms (petals 30) are deep lavender edged with a lovely red violet. A truly wonderful and unusually colored rose produced on a continual blooming plant.  


Another favorite:  Ellie roses


More red flowerpots for this year...
Also need more geraniums...



The rose paths...
Soon these bushes will be so big, they will form an arch, and close that path 
love it!


The perennial Dianthus flowers.  Love them so much.  They keep the garden alive all throughout the year while the angel watch over them...  


The Fisherman surprised me the other day with the gift of the first Queen Elizabeth rose of the season...  


I love seeing the metamorphosis that takes place in the life of a rose when placed in the loveliest of small vases...  love roses in every form.


Tomorrow will be another week of crawling before I can fly at my new job.  God, such anxiety producing learning a job is... trying to absorb all the details is overwhelming. Why did I get myself into this, I have to wonder.  




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