I got all excited to finally see my babies in bloom. I inherited the forsythia from my house’s previous owners but the weeping tree and the azalea, I planted myself. I remember when I brought them both home, dug the holes and watched them grow. They were both small enough to fit in my Subaru, I think that it had to be at least 13 years ago that I introduced them to my backyard.
As I was taking the pictures, my thoughts were swirling around the beauty and uniqueness of each blossom and I was content to simply enjoy and accept the mystery that surrounds the origin of nature’s beauty. I think that part of the reason that I love to garden so much is that I feel that I get to be involved in just a little bit in Mother Nature’s design; watching the plants that you have put in the ground and nurtured, thrive and achieve their best is quite fulfilling.
Lovely pictures – spring has still not sprung here. What a fail of a season we are having. Luckily I can enjoy your blooms at a distance!
Last year we went immediately into summer which is harsh on your senses, I find. I am thinking that it probably is going to be the case over by you. I’m glad that you enjoyed my pictures! If I could I would send you some blossoms, but they would only arrive at your house faded and odorless. I hope that the weather does turn around at some point. Everyone deserves nice days for longer than a day or two.:)
Trudy Hillgrove said:
Of course you know Laurie, my great love is gardening. Spring is my favorite time of year when everything comes up fresh and reborn. Birds arriving from their winter homes down South and singing so melodious. It’s a wonderful concert. And the males coloring going from daudy to glorious.
It makes me so happy to see what you wrote about your plantings amd watching them grow. I find it so peaceful in the garden or just sitting and taking everything that God has made into my brain. I also love to weed and people ask me – why. Because it is a no brainerand keeps the head clear.
I miss my Blandford home, especially my yard and gardens and all the people I have met over the years. It’s great to be a country bumpkin. And now I am a flatlander and city slicker. Of course before we lived in Blandford when Ellis was Executive Director of the World Trade Center, I lived in a different world which was eye openning.
Keep writing Laurie. It’s so refreshing.
Fondly, Trudy Hillgrove
I miss you and I’m so glad that you took a peek at my writing. It is wonderful to share those times of you, Nonnie and the kids running back and forth between your garden and Nonnie’s. I still smile when I think of Bob calling you Tudy. Writing and weeding are my two forms of therapy. I agree with you about the beauty of weeding, it’s satisfying, mind clearing and soothing, all that hands on work tending your plants, it’s good for the soul. I can never hope to become the gardener extraordinaire that you are, your garden was so beautiful. I’m picturing you now in my mind sitting weeding amongst your plants with a smile on your face. Your body might be in the city but I know that your heart will always be in the country. I’ll keep writing, it does me a lot of good.
Thinking of you and sending you a big hug and a big kiss. I think of Ellis and miss him.
The Laughing Housewife said:
How pretty! It seems like just last week you were complaining about the snow.
That goes to show you how crazy our weather has been. I am so much happier with color than with the absence of color.:)