Days fly away, hours accumulate in the thin air of the horizon as seasons come and seasons go. And what about us where do we go to gather dreams and hopes and pray for the peace of this world? It seems years since I stepped here last, but wintery weather has started to move away, petals are painting the grounds in pinks and whites everywhere and the lilac tree has giving us its jewels with which to perfume our nests.
This year, I decided to remove one of the Quaking Aspen I had planted along the northern fence, in the hope to cover the two-story house on the other side as quickly as possible. The Quaking Aspen grow very quickly, I love their cream to white-colored trunks, and whimsical ‘eyes’, as I call them, which are actually the dark markings where side branches used to be.
Our neighbor on the other side, had to cut theirs down, and part of one of mine needed to be cut off too. So I didn’t want to take the change with this one and therefore removed it roots and all, the other day.
I painted pots and painted birdbaths and whimsical things around the garden... and we gave our back porch a new coat too...
Right outside our kitchen area, three old roses that were doing very poorly were finally taken out too. I had waited too long and had been too sentimental towards them, until now. To replace them I have planted three new red double-Knockouts with lots of red cluster that last forever. I will have to wait until next spring to see the growth, but I can wait.
In every season, in every time, there is some magic unfolding in the garden, but nothing like on these spring days… to walk in it and dream, to work and received to sow and to collect and sense and taste and hear… what more could I ask? A few flowers at my feet and above my dreams, the stars.