In my little world...

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.