Families and innocent children celebrating the holy days being killed, people at airports heading to see family, on vacation and missionary trips being bombed and laying in a pool of blood, passengers shielding themselves under bags as smoke and debris fill the terminals, a terrified child; a child's terrified screams ringing high in my heart... the fear, the sorrow. My heart aches and my soul mourns the lost of innocence and peace in our precious world... I want to talk real loud and save the lost; change the world; silent the beasts. But I know not how... so I'd bow my head, hide from view and cover my little heart. We are tenacious self-destructive conformists. Any other view of our species is just a self-congratulatory delusion. I cannot stand the world.
And thus.... I am hiding in the safety of my burrow... days are pleasantly warm and sunny, and the woods which hide my soul is growing verdant and lush each day; gracing my little world in shades of emeralds and wholesome brilliancy.
I come outside every day and with an expectant heart examine all I see there and all I don't see, but know it is... my heart skipping a bit by the slightly swish of wind and the impromptu of birds... I love my little world and I am thankful to be here and be able to appreciate it all.
The hostas are all coming up, and there are other things growing in the beds too, which I should say, are to me the most unexpected and wonderful of surprises, as I had already forgotten I had ever planted them where they are... the earth is always gifting, gifting... never forgetting, always forgiving...
It's been so rewarding discovering all those bulbs and tubers I planted last spring and never made it, perhaps because I was too early or too late planting them? Whatever the reason, they are now sprouting from the softened soil for the first time... seeing them as I go along the garden taking soul notes, what a joy they are... what are they? I have to wonder, as I already forgot what I'd chosen back then. A lovely surprise indeed they'll be, once they bloom.
Over there, pass the fountain there's a door opened to the unknown...
I walk to it and stand in awe; eyes searching at whatever may lay beyond... the lairs and burrows of wild creatures, blind wells, a dense bramble of privets and large trees... and maybe; maybe I want to see too a strange place, hollow and riddled with caves filled with valuable ores, treasure and dangerous monsters?
I've been busy in the garden, not only planting and transplanting, dividing perennials, pulling out weeds and such, but also I've been busy painting things there.... it is after all, the season of renewal...
Every spring I do the same. I paint all of the patio furniture, objects, trinkets, curious things, junk, rocks, flowerpots... sometimes, I even get to paint the grass... ups! ;)
Everything and anything I reckon lovely would get a sprucing up with paint... and that's a lot of things! ;)
The other day I painted all those uninteresting looking plastic flowerpots I had sitting in the garden. Whatever got me thinking to have them painted in black that first year we moved in, I just don't know. This year, I needed color....
I chose the loveliest of colors, in azure. "Legacy" from
Americana Decor Chalky Finish. And
let me tell you, I've discovered that chalk paint is the best of paints ever
for painting your plastic flowerpots.
Forget the sprays. Oh yes, forget
Chalk paint runs so smooth on plastic and it dries so fast you can touch, fill or move your flowerpots almost instantly... the paint covers so well that you won't need much of it either. I get mine HERE. It is one of my favorite colors right now. An 8oz bottle will cover a lot... I mean a lot of flowerpots, trust me.