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.


  1. How beautiful your garden looks Cielo! You have so many roses now and it looks like they're really thriving! I think that you'll be living in the Cottage in the Roses before long. I am in awe of your hostas, so wonderfully patterned and such stunning shades of green. We don't have hostas here at all. I have one that my mother brought me from California years ago which has always struggled to survive, as well as another baby hosta that I grew from some seeds that my son brought me last year. Out of 70 seeds, I got only one plant and it's only grown to 3 inches tall in a year! But I'm thankful for it. I hope that in time it will grow as lush and beautiful as yours!

    1. I too love hostas... they're such exhotic lovely thing, and it seems that I keep dividing and adding more or more of them in my garden. Can't stop! They look particularly beautiful on large, beautiful flowerpots. They like the cold, and maybe that's why it's hard to get them going where you live... but oh those beautiful tropical plants you get to enjoy! ;) Gracias por el saludo, amiga! Un besote.


  2. "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."

    I love that. It's perfect for me right now :)

    Your garden is magical and so is your cottage. I love visiting you.

    I hope your new job is going well :)



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