Tuesday, February 24, 2009

February 2009



So much is happening yet you can’t see a thing. I did notice three narrow sprigs of green coming up in my Super Spectacular Spring Extravaganza planting. That’s what I named it; I tend to be optimistic.

It’s the time of year I get anxious to see more. In my old home I knew where everything slept beneath the ground. Here, everything’s new. I am still learning trees and wild flowers and doing my best to remember where I planted bulbs. Truly, I need not even care. Spring will show me soon enough. When the sun is right, when the breeze holds the right messages, when the ground is ready to let go…….that’s when I’ll see them. It is a game of trust. Anticipation. Dreaming. Expecting.

Life is no different than the spring garden really; sometimes not much to see, but just there, just below your line of sight, is everything. Dream it out. Call it out. Trust it out. And when it comes, dance for joy – then turn around and do it again!

Marigold had never grown hearts before and was a little afraid at first. But then Anthea reminded him how they grow everything….
























1. “Dream it!” she said and so they closed their eyes and thought up a big
picture of happy, pink hearts.

2. “Remember to expect it,” she told him and every morning Marigold imagined little
pink sprouts.

3. “Water it and talk nice to it,” she explained, “ because everything likes to be loved.”
With that, Marigold fluttered into her arms and gave her a big, pink hug.

4. “Be patient,” she reminded, “we mustn’t get frustrated on cloudy days.”

5. “Most of all,” she said hugging him with an even brighter pink inside, “Be grateful!

These were mostly fun things to do, and in its very perfect timing, here it is.



Note: there was also jumping for joy between all the steps, which I believe sped things along. I think it a good thing to remember.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

January 2009



What is it about snowflakes that they make everything around them . . . magnificent?

Everything they touch sparkles, glistens, wears a robe of white. Entire hillsides, a forest of trees, the tiny whiskers on a cat’s nose.

Snowflakes fall without judgment. They don’t rush to the wild rose but pass the goldenrod. It is their joy to capture all below them and wrap them in white.

I don’t suppose the earth ever says, “no, no, I’m really not worth it,” and casts off the flakes. I’ve never seen a forest shake itself free.

Nature knows better; knows she’s perfect, in all her seasons, in all her ways. There is no vanity there, only respect for Who made her.


See if you can find a clever way to be a snowflake; make someone around you feel special!


Anthea and Marigold catch a glimpse of themselves in the snow.
Snow Angels!




Friday, December 26, 2008

December 2008


Out the window, each little twig and every round berry wears a crown of ice! Snowbird loves the frosty weather. It makes his heart sing and his feet want to dance!

When the weather warms, Snowbird flies north, often into Canada, where the winds are cooler. Remember when we sent him off? Well, this little fellow spent his summer in Alaska!

Marigold jumped for joy when his loyal friend returned. Winter Fest is here . . . . snowflakes fall, and now you know who brought them!

Thursday, December 25, 2008

December 2008














A chorus of snowflakes pads the Earth,
Listen and you will hear peace, I think.

A deer moves, trusting through the night,
Be still, and you will see peace, I think.

Stars roam, gazing upon the world with grace,
Join them and you will find peace, I think.

And when the music stops,
leaving only candles and hushed voices
singing,

Dreaming,
Silent Night,
Then, you will know peace, I think.


Thursday, November 27, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving





















Give Thanks. Be Thankful. Enjoy!

Monday, November 24, 2008

November 2008


November . . . brisk, brazen, things are getting brown and tan. Birds are filling up at feeders. My meadow is lying down, leaning over, creating little nooks and hideouts for the small ones. November is tucking in, covering up, getting cozy for the winter ahead.

Our little groundhog is fast asleep in hibernation. He rests under a large rock in the fairy grove surrounded by dogwoods and silvery Russian olives. He has an “in” and an “out” side of the rock. From time to time we see fresh dirt kicked up in some remodeling.

Now that the cold has arrived, Anthea and Marigold see to it that their new friend is safe and warm. It’s his first hibernation so Mari tucks in with him, just for an hour or so, to make sure it gets off to a good start.



That’s what November is, a time for giving thank-yous.
Thank you for a luscious summer, for abundant berries and pumpkins, for seeds that will give it all again. Thank you Kinglets and Warblers for stopping by and singing on your travels south. Thank you Meadow for nurturing countless honeybees and now curving into frosty, wintery homes. Thank you trees for an effortless and extravagant color show. Thank you winter birds for coming
and staying to keep the garden joyful.

Thank you Mother Nature for giving and giving and giving.
That’s the song of November.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

October 2008


Let the fun begin . . .