It is so nice to be back, safe and sound, after our long journey to
South Florida. Back to our rained-down little white cottage and to a mess of a garden, where weeds have gone rampant in just those few days we were away...
I always imagine weeds watching out for me, hiding behind bushes, or from under the ground, talking among each other in hushed little voices as I go about the garden pulling those braves one who have dared come out, out of my garden forever. The minute they don't see me around, they'd all go out... one by one, and throw a loud party. All of their instruments will come out, whistles and tambourines, and musical instruments come to light, while the weeds sing and dance to the beat of their music.
So that's what I've been doing this morning... pulling weeds, and throwing away all those precious potted annuals that didn't make it without my constant care... sad, but I'm learning to move on, to not be bothered by the little things in life, as much as I used to. It is a happier, more effective way of living. It is a happier life indeed, not having to worry about the little, unimportant things, and I need to take this philosophy to the human sphere too, because the little garden of my heart is quite a mess too these days, with worries about my ageing parents and all those people I love... I worry too much because I love too much. But in the depth of my soul I die a little bit with each worry. I harvest too much inside me, and that abundance have always hurt me exceedingly. I am learning.
I LOVE HOW Nature keeps a timer all of its own... there's a time for everything under the sun, so it's been said, and each wildflower knows this too... they know exactly when is their time to shine and their tine to rest.... right now, it is the time for the daylily and iris to shine, and they are all in bloom, pervading the garden with gentle delicatessens and precious loveliness...
The yellow golden ragwort wildflowers of early spring are done, but I've kept a reminder of them as mementos of another year gone to memories, until the following spring...
I prefer to leave my roses in their bushes, and only bring them inside when they're passed their glories... it is my way of enjoying them for an extended, longer time...
If I bring them inside while at their prime I will only enjoy them for just a few days, but if I let them be, the joy will last longer....
It is safe to bring some roses inside these days now...
I don't have many tea roses as I used to back at the house in the roses, because it is hard to cultivate them here in the humid, hot south, but the Knock-out roses are something else. They're the queens of the south and are so prolific here, it does not matter how much you take of them or how hard you go with your pruning... you just cut, knowing that soon you'll have yet another bout of showy re-bloom.
These tiny, perfect buds of the prettiest pink little roses are something else...
Again, not the tea roses I am so fond us, but these rose bushes, low, and expanding in nature, are brimming with thousands upon thousands of little roses in the sweetest of delicious pink. Dozens of miniature, perfect pink roses in just one stem... they are quick repeat bloomers too, and fungal disease resistant, and I can always fill many vases, without the guilt.
Sometimes, when everything is quiet in the garden and no bird's song is to be heard, there are times when I hear an unidentified sound... a song? A wail? A call? And it's the 'wee-wee' cry of a baby fairy. And sometimes, I'm rush to think it may be the squirrels up above the canopies, or the voice of the feral in the brambles or the baby rabbits in the deep of the woods, but today when I was standing very close to the woods, I heard it again—the 'wee-wee' wail, and when I looked up to see if I could identify where it was coming from I saw it.... a black bird, or some type of a black, common bird?
These are long days, and somehow they're still too short of days for the soul who loves the heat-swelled hours of summer and the perfume which cling to the walls of my cottage and the walls of my soul in sweet moments... my heart writes nothing except sentences full of sunshine and the scent of the privet flowers and warm rain. I drink green juices and have a salad for lunch and write, then take pictures, then work some more, and sometimes, I get to sit in the quiet garden and read, and listen to the birds that sing restlessly over-emerald shrubbery and sapphire skies; and keep on waiting and hoping upon their Creator for their livelihood.
I have all your lovely names deciphered now, for those of you who asked. You can find them on a couple of posts below. I don't know, we may have to open up a new page all by it self just for name aesthetics... what do you think? It's so much fun! ;)
Thank you for participating and for coming by. I appreciate all of you, and love every comment left behind. Be blessed!
I too am learning to let go of the little things and not be bothered so much. BUT, sigh... if only I can learn to do the same with people. I was justbth8nkingnthis weekend that O luv too hard and worry too hard. I guess this was a weekend of realization for us both. When you learn how to dispel some of the worry about luved ones, maybe you can share.
I luv your lush overblown garden. I wish my North Central Florida garden can look like yours. If only you were near......
Hi Gee Singh... what a lovely name and lovely woman. Love hurts, but to live without love is death... so let us both keep loving, strongly, deeply, and marvelously forevermore. BTW, I love the FL flora. I have to stop at Lowes and Home Depot every time I am there. I love love the amazing variety of tropical plants they have. Wish I can have them, but this part of the south where we live is a little hard on Tropical plants...Delete
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Oh Cielo, When I read your posts I feel like I am listening to myself! I also worry about my 82 year old mom who has been a widow now for 16 years. She still lives in her and my dads home, and is doing very well, but I keep a close eye out for any little signs, and worry about what I would do if she couldn't live in her home anymore. When I was a teenager I would sometimes look at the obituaries to see how old the people who had dies were, because I wanted to see how long I thought my grandparents would still be alive...they lived to be in their early 90's and lived such a good life. I love them so much, and still miss them, but I just dreaded knowing that their days were numbered and that I wouldn't always have them. On a happier note, I will never look at weeding the same again! ;) I love the conversations your weeds have with one another :) and what in the world is that beautiful flower next to your angel birdbath?? Is it a peony?? I just adore peonies, but they will not grow in Florida. Hugs, DelaineReplyDelete
Hi Delaine.... those lovely flowers are Dahlias... the Dahlias my husband gifted me last winter, to cheer me up from my winter blues... I planted two of them in pots and they are doing marvelous... the ones in front of the fairy fountain I planted on a pot... I will show more pics later...Delete
Enjoy your FL flowers... love them!
Oh, yes, my lovely friend, your garden was just waiting for you and for your cares ... I'm sure that your flowers and your woods have been missing you ;) !ReplyDelete
Hope you're having a lovely week I'm sending my dearest love to you,
thinking of you with so much sweetness
xox - Dany
Thank you Daniela... I feel so close to all of you. Today, I'm feeling a bit sad, a bit worry and scared and I don't want to think of what the future holds. Coming here helps soothed the heart. Your comments and friendship make me smile and think that I'm not alone... thank you again.Delete