The spring garden...

I can never get tire of living here...

 

And strolling through here

 

Or sitting here and smelling these

 

 

Or feeling all the feelings that this garden makes me feel…

 

 

 

A mourning dove momma has built her nest on a branch of the grapevine covering the porch, and it sits right in front of the door from where I go out and in at all times of day; and it rests precariously low and unstable and I can never understand why these beautiful birds would chose such places to bring up their brood.

I have bought another yellow iris, and I have planted it right in front of the big angel in mom’s little garden, although I’m afraid I won’t be seeing it flowering this spring.  I can hardly wait to see this part of the garden decorated in dots of yellow iris sunshine joy, and I am still trusting that the one yellow iris clump I pulled out of a neighbor’s yard last year (with her permission) would still bloom someday, for I hadn’t seen this one bloomed; thus, I can’t tell where exactly I might had planted it. 

It is the same case with that beautiful iris in the loveliest of blush color, which the Fisherman gifted me last spring.  I can’t seem to remember where exactly I had planted it and I only know it must be among all those other irises which put plenty of healthy leaves, but won’t flower.  It has always been quite the mystery to me why some irises growing in the same bed would bloom, while others won’t.  It is my guess that it has nothing to do with the amount of sun they get, for there are some sitting in dappled sunshine under masses of roses, still blooming and putting forth beautiful flowers.   

The end of May garden

I have forgotten how beautiful the garden gets at the end of May...

And I had forgotten how bad things looked around here two springs ago when we moved back, reclaimed our home and this old garden was redeemed...

Like bad... things looked really bad back then... but nature is so forgiven and if you give it just the proper amount of care, and love, it would soon recover... and give you back so much more!

I can't even believe this is the same place...

Everything look amazingly beautiful this year, and I have noticed that it took two full years for the garden to fully recovered from being unloved. Pruning, dividing, cleaning, taking out old things and planting new ones, thinning out and replanting, moving flowers and bulbs from one space to another, there's so much I had done here and continue doing, but nature is always so rewarding, you give and she'd give ten-thousand folds back, and I look around and marvel, and marvel one time over again and again...

..can you believe this is the same spot two years ago?

as this...  exactly the same!

and this here...

the exact place as this...

I cannot tell you how happy my garden makes me feel and comparing pictures of how it looked two years ago, with how it looks today, it simply makes my heart overflow with joy.  It is beyond my wildest dream, to see it this beautiful again!

I look at pictures of what this corner used to looked like when we moved back...

and remember me pulling weeds and old bulbs, and making my little pond...

and I have to pinch myself to believe this is the exact same space now...

same space... before

and now...

mom's memorial garden was just this...

and this is what it looks now...

the same exact spot... 

Garden Phlox, lupines, Shasta daisy, Black-eyed Susan, hostas, an assortment of irises, tulips, sedum, periwinkle, and ferns are growing there now... and I keep adding more.  Every time I work this small space, I think of mom. It is her space, the little garden of the heart I dedicated to her...  Sometimes I cry when I work in here, but always have to smile, too.  I will always remember her on that long ago May, when she and dad were here visiting, and between her and I we both carried all those big rocks we collected on a trip to the mountains and brought them here, where we started this little garden together.  She making me laugh, I, telling her where to lay the rocks.  Oh how I loved her.  I so miss her.  She will always live in my heart forevermore...

I have a lot more to show you and talk about... but I'll leave you here for now.  Here in the garden life goes by so fast and so beautifully... I'm complete here.