Friday, March 23, 2012

The night garden...

Does it happen to you sometimes? I mean, sleep would not come easily, and you turn and turn in your bed—your mind full of ideas and projects you want to see accomplished; all the while knowing that outside stars are twinkling and a cresting silvery moon is smiling down at the garden…

Then all of a sudden you feel all alive inside you; a surge of enthusiasm rushing through your veins as you light the candles and know exactly what you need to do...

Outside the quiet garden waits bathed in moon dust. Guided by the light of the solar-powered footpath lamps I walk by the sleeping roses and the night bloomers—the moon vine and and the lady of the night and night jasmine. They’re not really there—but I know they are. They will!

They have been put under a slumbering spell by Father Winter, and thus they remain in their underground crypt; silently waiting for the first kiss of the sun to wake them up with the unconquerable force of life.

If this was summer, I would be gardening by the light of the moon, weeding and trimming the roses, as I so often do. I want to hear a rustling of wings and the deep hooting of a Great Horned Owl, and I want to detect a puff of perfume lingering in the night air, but the winter garden is nothing like the summer garden is, and thus I must return empty-handed back to my bed…

Oh but wait! I see something—over there! Do you see it too?

The Iris Reticulata—little gifts from my Father scattered all around the garden!

Suddenly, the flowerless garden has turned into a magical place. Delight fastened to the edge of my nightgown, and I’m setting tiny fires with my fingertips.

Everything comes to life in a mysterious and enchanting way.

Earliest of the northern flowering bulbs, the Iris Raniculata is forever associated with spring in my mind. Just looking at these amazingly blue little flowers makes my heart aglow. Suddenly my thoughts take a cheerful turn. One of these days, the cold northern winds will go back to their ancient place and snow will disappear completely, and like happy Irises, I will dwell outside amidst the rose bushes; rooted, contented and part of this amazing flowering little world of mine…

Ah yes, I’m not going back to bed empty-handed after all. My cup has been filled.

11 comments:

  1. Cielo- What a pretty post- I just love coming here! xo Diana

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  2. It is comforting to know I am not the only one who wanders the gardens in the night. Have you ever read Night Gardening, a novel by E.L. Swann? ~ Maureen

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  3. Enchanting! (but I'm sure you know that :-) Our April flowers are in full bloom now in March, and in February I had some little iris reticulate appear magically in my garden. I have no idea how they got there. We have lived here for 14 years, and they suddenly appeared -- truly a gift!

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  4. What wonderful imagery! I love it, so mystical and fabulous! I'll have to remember this tonight when I can't sleep... unfortunately something that has become quite common for me!

    xox

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  5. Gorgeous post as always, I love to visit, I always feel romantic and can relate with your beautiful description of a sleepless night. Enjoy your weekend.
    FABBY

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  6. All the things I dream of...when I go in the garden... I wonder what goes on at nite...I have not tiny lights or any at all...soon though...such a wonderful lovely post...I enjoyed read every part...Happy Weekend...with love Janice

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  7. Beautiful. I plant white around the garden so that the garden is 'lit' at night. You have made me look forward to weeding... tomorrow. 'night

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  8. Cielo: Your posts are always so magical and the photography is just fantastic. I love fairytales and moonlight and you certainly know how to deliver each..Happy Weekend..Judy

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  9. That was lovely Cielo. The garden is such a special place at night and you captured it beautifully. Thanks for all the beautiful imagery.

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  10. Simply echanting, very beautiful, thank you for this magical walk.

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  11. Cielo...your writing alone takes me to another place, and the photography leads the way...beautiful post. Thank you. ~Zuni

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