Monday, August 6, 2012

In the garden

Have I ever mentioned how much I love my garden... yes? ;) I am writing in it now—computer on my lap; being delightfully interrupted by the whoosh’s of fat bumblebees around the clumps of white phlox below the kitchen window and the temptation to pause and just drink in all the glories surrounding me.

I am always happy here; even on the hottest days of summer...

...despite drought and weeks of blazing, cloudless heat, and even if my garden is surrounded by large imposing houses on every corner, I can't think of a better place to be or time quite so perfectly spent...

I always dream of a garden surrounded by luxuriant cornfields and meadows brimming with bluebells, and beyond a pine forest, beautifully carpeted in moss starred with flowers and tall pines and lofty ferns, and everywhere the breathless silence. But it is not wise to dwell in what you don't have while being indifferent to all the blessedness around you. So I’m most grateful for what I have and what we’ve been able to accomplish in our little world of a garden despite whatever nuisances.

A soft summer breeze is running through the garden; playing with the gypsy veils I’d tucked round the big umbrella...

I love the wispiness and cheerful colors of the veils. The yellow one is adorned in sequins, and it is like some type of jewels making little stars on the table as light and breezes play with them.

I’m content with simple joys, and I must confess I’m quite alright being all alone here with only the company of the birds and happy flowers and roses. Oh the roses. They had a rough time awhile back and had to be cut down more than I'd liked; but they are back again. Ever so faithful; putting new strong shoots and healthy green leaves. The garden seems to be singing...

A swarm of wasps whizzed by so close to me the other day as I was working in the garden. Ripples of super hot weather have brought them in, and they’re everywhere. They follow me around with such loud hum; whizzing and zooming ‘round my hair. They’re everywhere these days, and like to build their dainty wasp houses in dainty bird houses. The Man called "Peter Pan" says they are good for nothing creatures and should be killed. I wish the poor things would not have to go out of this world so fast and can enjoy all the glories this garden have to offer, but killed they’ve been. Each little entrance of each tiny lovely wasp homes have been sprayed with strong fumes. It was sad seeing them wasps coming out of their refuge one by one—like little drunken men coming out of their bars.

I feel so absolutely happy, and blest, that I can hardly describe my feelings. My days seemed to melt away in a dream of colorful peace. Oh I have so much to say and so much I want to write about of all the little yet wonderful glories I see around me (and of how I see them too), but I best stop right here, least you decide you had enough of me and want to turn the page on me—like some boring book ;) But if you like what you see and read here don’t be shy to come back. I have plenty to say and I’m always so very happy to see you strolling our gardens…


  1. Like a sigh......I dream along with you on this lovely journey today.

  2. Your words... Your magical vision... Your accomplishments... Your WORLD... All are delightful. All are an inspiration.

    Thank you, for being you...

    And for sharing *You,* with us...

    Gentle hugs,

  3. You know I will be back again and again and again! What a great idea to put the veils around your umbrella. It creates a real sanctuary under the canopy.

    Thank you for always providing a place of peace and refuge when I visit here. I, too, am often quite content to be alone and enjoy some peace that God has provided. xo Diana

  4. Dearest Cielo,
    I am so busy usually chasing little hatters around that when I do have a chance free I am usually painting or creating. However when I am lucky enough to have a moment quiet, then I love to read your blog. I know i dont get to comment often, but I just love you and your garden. You are a very enchanted soul and I love your stories and writings no matter how long, so please keep writing and I will be here listening even when I dont comment.
    Wishes and Whimsy
    Wendy from Wonderland

  5. I can imagine how you feel when you are alone in your garden. I almost cannot describe how heavenly I feel im my rosegarden and yes I like to be there alone. It's great to follow your blog, your stories and beautiful photos.

  6. No, Dear Cielo, we join in with you in the joy and pure elation a garden can bring to our hearts, minds and souls. Your garden is gorgeous and reflects the love you bestow upon it - we appreciate you sharing.
    I hope you have a blessed week,

  7. I'm with you about those delightful veils... Oh, my goodness! Those look amazing! I can imagine the sparkles from the sequins in bright sun... I'm in the process of saying goodbye to my summer. Unbelievably I return to my classroom on Monday... I have enjoyed my imadginary worlds inside my head... I am reluctant to be with people all day.... I always love my students... But changeg are never easy. I liked hearing about your roses... I didn't know hot weather brought wasps... We have had so many. I will return as often as you let us in to your magical world.


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