Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Magic

It's raining again, and here they come...


A tic-tic-tic, three rain fairies I see...
A-ramble ‘cross the garden
A-laughing-dancing on the stones
I see them ‘midst yellow narcissus and happy daffodils...



Can you see them too? O'er there! Behind the bare grape vine...

They’re funny, they’re small, they’re green with butterfly wings....
The rain blurs my vision... now I see them now I don’t...

They hide, they play, they leap and dance...
See how they dip and dive? Is a dream is a game!
I don’t know what’s in the rain –magic?— for every time that rains I shout and sing
and fairies come out to play...
They'll give you a golden ring and clasp around your neck a bell...
Is magic this I know!
There’s magic when it rains!
Do you love rain?




Wednesday, April 14, 2010

In the porch

The spirit of spring is lighting up my garden space daily with new life and wonder. What new delightful surprises will show up this year? A self-seeded perennial, maybe? A group of beautiful flowers to charm me when I least expect it? Ah, the joy that comes to light when sunny days appear! Are you anything like me? Do you feel it? That magical sense of warmth, the clear blue skies, a moment of peace, a sacred calm and stillness so precious you would think it can be hold within your palms...
 
In another two or three weeks the lobelia will be spilling over the edge of the pot, quite fetchingly. The Bacopa too. Bacopa is the perfect flowering plant if you ask me. Its sweet little flowers bloom quite profusely and it comes in shades of white, lavender and pale pink. The wonderful thing about this time of the year is that the garden is constantly changing. We can never be bored when our surroundings transform from minute to minute and day to day.


I'm always so happy here! In my back porch! Get into your backyard and see what’s new and wonderful! And don't forget to appreciate the continually varying forms and foliage in action...



Tuesday, April 13, 2010

It's another grey, cold wet morning...

 
"Hold every moment sacred. Give each clarity and meaning, each the weight of thine awareness, each it's true and due fulfillment." ~ Thomas Mann
 
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Saturday, April 10, 2010

Delights

I've been busy... cleaning my nest, and dusting and cooking and doing some furniture painting, pruning and embellishing the garden. Big words alright! One might think that I'm talking about work here.


Not really!... A multitude of small delights constitutes happiness (Charles Baudelaire)
 
HAPPY WEEKEND, EVERY ONE!

Monday, April 5, 2010

At dusk

Have you heard about Moses and the burning bush? That is a story in the Bible from the Book of Exodus of a certain bush that appeared to be on fire... sort of something like this one here, in my back yard.
No, I’m not Moses, nor do I live in Palestine, but at sunset, right at that moment when both celestial bodies, sun and moon, meet for just the slightest moment, you will believe that bushes are burning and that fairies and angels have descended the skies on the wings of dusk…
 

Day and night greet one another wearing a new cloak of light, a sort of mysterious light formed by shadows of crepuscular rays. Sunset's brush strokes stretch across the canvas of air creating an ephemeral painting of ever changing hues. Is pure magic… the April palest sun dances with the first shadows as the new moon enters the fading pink horizon…. shadows, and light—a game of love, like two lovers, like a sweet song of love.

Soon a fully swollen moon will be rising above the mountains in the far distance wearing a muted coat of white as bushes and trees, birch, flowering Pear and Maple tree rest under this swirl of clouds with a visiting yellow-orange light.
 
Vesper Sparrow, Chipping Sparrow, Towhee, Tree Swallow, Barn Swallow had returned to their nest... bluish crown and nape of mourning dove in her nest look at me with curious eyes... I say my good nights and wait for her enchanting woo-oo-oo-oo call. Why she’s chosen to build her nest upon the thorns of a climbing rose, is a mystery to me... a lesson to be learned, perhaps?
 
With the fading dusk comes the cooling calm of day, sinking into the surreal; a moment of passive pause, but it is time now to go inside... to wait for another tomorrow and the miracle of sunrise. Light will have a different quality to it in the morning, romantics and poets all over the world often talk about the magic hour, meaning sunrise, but I believe there are two magic hours in a day, sunrise and sunset, and each of the magic hours has its own type of light. Of course, that would have to be a "magical" light.


(Photographs and post written at sundown, last night)