The garden

Spring is magical... Every time, every year! Ah yes, pure magic and such joy and love!

And then, there are all those roses...

roses roses, indescribable gorgeous marvelous roses everywhere... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Roses hanging from my kitchen windows

 

 

 

Mud on my feet, thorns tattooing my skin,
the smell of fresh earth in my body, in my hair;
freckles galore, and then...
then there is this freshness;
this glorious newness all around.

 
It truly is a magical season and I wish I don't have to see it go so soon!

 

The garden is an enchanted place these days. Every hour is a new bird, a new song, a new sprout, new blossom... the soften ground, the sweet smells of things growing, life unfurling—predictable things.... unpredictable happenings—things that always, always, know how to enchant and take your breath away.

 

 

Love, joy, peace, mirth and all the good vital forces are about us just as the atmosphere, but because we are sometimes a little blind we only believe in what we can actually see. I notice the world around me and understand.  Life is an open magic box of secret codes and phrases, which pass by in simple daily moments, except for those with ears that “hear” and eyes that "see".