It's the first day of spring on Wednesday, the 20th of March.
2 days away.
Fresh leaves are sprouting everywhere, just in time.
Arbors covered in climbing roses, beckon with a hint of baby buds, still forming.
It's my favorite place to be these days.
Under the rose arbor.
Bewitched by the warm sun and cool breeze.
The hope that dances in flutters of shade and shadow, sun through leaves.
Winter was particularly long this year.
Bound pages of flora tales are read...
Always something new to learn, from growing things pushing up through the earth.
Paper like leaves unfurl everyday.
We make early morning visits around the garden...
When the earth is cool from night, and dew rolls back and forth on tiny greens.
Down one of our many little paths we go...
Sun through trees.
They have yet to get the memo.
Give us leaves, please.
Fruit blossoms emerge in all their glory.
I bet in your neck of the woods as well?
Peach blossoms, pink and frilly, where spider webs dance.
Down the path still...
Greeted by one of my loves.
Smiling and happy as always.
My heart runneth over!
Remember this same photo below, a couple posts back, covered in snow?
What you can not see in all the green above, are the millions if tiniest purple flowers.
A treat for when you get really really close to the ground.
For the fairies me thinks?
Poppy pods break open...
Two times three...
And ever so many more to come.
A little friend slowly makes his way around the garden with me.
(he will not leave my side, and has not for weeks, my sweet boy)
Yesterday he would rather be in bed.
But today, today he trotted along...
Not too fast, not to slow.
Coming along he seems to be.
Some days he needs help, such as onto the bed.
Others, he tries himself.
He knows I am here for him for whatever he needs.
Willing and able to help.
He looks up at me with those big eyes, asking for a hand, when he doesn't feel he can do it.
Oh please oh please, I beg in my heart.
Let him get all the way better.
That Matty Matisse who I love.
I cuddle him up in my bed, and think of how his loss would have been too great to bear.
Angels on earth, these furry creatures.
I am sure of it.
We skip through one of my favorite places.
Whispering....the fairy bower.
Where you can not enter without the proper chant, you see.
We find our spots in the warm spring sun.
All of us thankful, through expressions and actions, no words.
Even the quince tree says hello.
I spy the tail that makes me extra happy.
(which I sometimes braid at night as he sleeps, and brush everyday, when he brings me his brush)
And off we go...
Happy for all these springy moments, filled with fresh growing things.
The earth waking up from a deep sleep.
Making everything okay again.
Life will have ups and downs, and all arounds.
It will be so tough, so scary, so wonderful, so magical.
All bundled into one.
It's a ride, every minute, every second, every day.
We can't wallow, or say why me, why this?
Well, we can.
And sometimes, we really should.
With a good kick and scream.
But after we do, we just get back on.
Onto the rollercoaster.
In the adventure park called, your life.
There is goodness again.
There will be hardships again too.
Ups and downs, and all arounds.
Thoughts, and worries, and happiness and joy.
Oh, and here it comes again...
On this ride, passing by...
That's the gift.