Spring anticipation...

I’ve worked my fingers to the bones in the garden these last few weeks, my hands are calloused, my skin dried and my body ache, but my little heart is singing the songs of spring and summer, and my lips have regained the sign of joy.

All those iris bulbs I’d dug out are now replanted in some other parts of the garden—around the swing, a massive showing of them will be blooming this summer.  That old swing, which I am eager to use this year.  To use it a lot, I hope… finally, because now I won’t be afraid of snakes or any other unknown creature coming out of the woods behind me to attack, just as I used to think back when we lived in our little white cottage.   But of course, you can see why!

On Saturday I was finally able to tackled the entrance of the garden, and I have cleaned and prepared all flowerbeds there.  I also removed every pugnacious weed that was growing among the pea pebbles.  I can hardly wait now to shop for plants, bulbs and flowers to fill this space with; a space that had always been one of my favorite, if not my favorite of all parts of the garden here at the house in the roses. 

There’s a ‘Don Juan’ climbing rose growing on the side of the wall, and there’s also a grapevine, and one or two Knockout roses.  And by the fence, on the other side on that same space, there’s a Virginia creeper vine that has grown abundantly, and now is covering part of the fence, just as I’d trained it to do so many years ago.  There’s also a miniature rose growing there too.  Grasses, and black-eyed Susans used to grow there.  I can't hardly wait to see what will be coming out of the earth in this space… what flowers and roses, what leaf and whatnots, just to amaze me, and gift me with wings under my breath. 

How lovely.  How very lovely spring is in these parts of the world.  When you really miss something, the anticipation of seeing it coming back to you is like a miracle of sorts.  And you wait for it to be revealed onto your soul in a million desires, and it is the most precious, glorious thing on earth ever.  I don’t use to miss or marveled about the coming of spring when we lived in the South, and I guess it was because I never had to miss it.  Really miss it.  It was never robbed from us in its entirety.  We always had it with us.  In a way.

Birds, and doves have finally found the birdfeeders, and I cannot express well enough or beautiful enough how very happy they make me.  I miss my cardinals of the south, but what true joy the mourning doves are—like a pure jewel in the color of clouds.     

 Squirrels too! 

The other day I received a most interesting email… It was from the girl who bought our little white cottage.  And with the nicest message too… she reads my blog she said, and wanted to tell me how the gardens at the little white cottage are doing and how she found a green buffet just like the one I had in the kitchen, so that part of the house remains the same.  “And this is what the cottage looks like in the snow. And the garden is already starting to come back to life with the spring coming this way. I’ve been working hard getting weeds pulled and things pruned back. The hydrangeas are already starting to get green leaves on them. And the vines over the railing on the back patio have beautiful yellow flowers on them. I know how much you enjoyed this garden and how you made it so beautiful I want to continue its beauty. I’ve been reading your blogs on the new house and you’re going to have such a beautiful garden there :) I can’t wait to see pictures when its finished and all bloomed”. 

Wasn’t that extra nice of her!  I even got some pics to remind me of how lovely spring was at the little white cottage.  Thank YOU, my friend!