Cloudy and rainy on this Easter Sunday...
A mist of a rain hangs from the atmosphere
like some benevolent shroud of calm and peacefulness. And it is difficult to train the mind to
believe that fairy tales aren't real... rain or mist, fairy tales or not, skin and hair seep in precious
globules of wet benedictions descending from calm skies.... and as it is, I amble the silent garden in reverent
steps; not minding the weather; nor minding what the eye sees.... only waking in
the spirit. Nothing is perfect, and
everything is...
The woods skirting our little garden is getting luscious
with new growth and trees are festooning themselves in velvety greens and bright
emerald....
The pansies are doing great after the long winter they had outside.
I have discovered that the secret to awesome potted plants is
fertilizing... often, and heavily, if
you ask me.
I love ferns... I
have a few Boston ferns, but recently I bought two new Kimberly ferns and I have
seen huge potted Macho ferns in the store, and I'm sure I'll end up buying one,
or two, to embellish our back porch with...
I've been embellishing some of my flowerpots too...
Wrapping them in pretty fabric and adhesive
paper as I see fit... no instructions
necessary. No perfection aimed. Just the loveliness of the outside and
nature...
I saw two birds kissing on their lips-bills yesterday,
...and I
see them scurrying about the garden in their quest to find bits and pieces of
this and that to build their nest... spring
it certainly is on the air and everywhere...
The Autumn Joy sedum is such a faithful dweller of the
southern garden... I love the strength in them and how the succulent stems and leaves arise from the earth so compactly, and always dependable. Its flowers bloom from
August into November and they open pink and mature to a copper befitting of
autumn.
I haven't seen Winter the cat in a long time and I'm thinking he may be gone forever from the garden... I miss seeing him around here. I want to think that he has been picked up by
animal control and brought to some shelter, but I'm afraid that might not be
the case, being that he is a feral cat and won't socialize to people.
I thought of him again this
morning when I saw this vision of another lovely creature roaming through the
garden... a new feral cat as white as Winter. But when he
turned around, I noticed that the fur on his face and legs wore the colors of
the earth. A lovely yellow-brownish color that reminded me of the iron
oxide tinted soil of the south. His eyes
were not blue, like those of Winter, but more like two drops of caramel.
He's personality too, differs from
Winter's. A more agile feline, who
chases after squirrels and birds in a super fast and almost aggressive way...
I felt in love with this lovely creature the minute I saw him and I'm counting the minutes till I get to see him again. His name, is Earth.... because of the red soil stained-like fur...
Anything exciting, or mysterious or just plainly interesting
happening in your little world these days? Please do share. I love to hear your stories and often come back
to read you, and imagine.
:)
ReplyDeleteI love to see your gardens, fresh with labors of love and spirit and passion. I think little feral cats move around to give and take for the season. I have experienced this, too. I believe they move on to another habitat cheering that person as they used to me... as they did the one before me... but some I forever have looked for.
ReplyDeleteWe cut our lawn today for the first time. What a delicious scent!
Your gardens are beautiful. Here in northern IL, plants are just now starting to awaken and emerge from the earth. Makes me sad to hear about the feral cats...I'm a cat lover and it hurts my heart when I know about homeless animals. (I know there's tens or hundreds of thousands of them out there.) I hope your new friend, Earth sticks around and maybe you can leave some food out for him/her.
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