It's officially that time of year, where some kind of nature magic happens.
The roses awaken from a deep slumber with enchantment pouring over.
It's these days we like to pretend we live in our own secret garden of sorts.
I have taken ever so many pictures and have 3 blog posts worth to share today.
Fair warning I hope.
My computer monitor blew up last week and I've finally gotten a new one installed.
Which is why I didn't peek in sooner.
In the meantime I took too many photos and had too hard of a time choosing what to share.
I've never been one to be able to stick to the less is more philosophy.
Which I'm sure you know by now, haha!
And so I snapped many photos in our own little sanctuary.
Where the sun dances exquisitely at the end of the day, sending me on all sorts of dreamscapes.
Pruning roses a plenty.
Petals flying into paths, creating their own kind of bliss.
Watching colors explode.
Trying to soak it all in.
Which in all honesty is almost impossible.
For some reason I can't quite absorb all the goodness.
It's like trying to catch a firefly.
Coreopsis dance in the sun.
Hollyhocks shoot up.
Mother Mary looks on.
Watching all her roses unfurl.
All sorts of roses open up.
Miles reminds me so much of sleeping beauty in this photo.
The white iceberg roses shoot up tall.
Trying to keep up with the reds.
Such a scent in the garden.
I stroll around.
Watching birds, hearing fork and spoon wind chimes clank in song.
Waiting for golden hour.
Late in the afternoon.
When the eastern facing garden has sunbeams finding their way in from the west, through the oleanders.
Making everything glow.
Orbs of sunlight bounce around.
I look down from the porch.
I walk through the paths.
I lay in the wild grass.
Nature always takes my breath away.
The gophers try to kill all the hollyhocks by eating roots.
Somehow a few manage to stand while others topple over, roots gobbled.
This year I have collected less roses than ever.
I have let them just dance in the garden.
Enjoying their moment.
Pups on porch.
Spent ones tossed in the air as they are pruned.
A few in pitchers.
Something curious is that our coral rose bush that was here before us, and could be up to 40 years old, has started gifting us some ballet pink clusters.
It gives some wine red roses also, so it must have been grafted with light pink and wine to make coral.
I loooove the light pinks so much.
Glorious time isn't it?
The rush of blooms in spring?
Matty guards his kingdom.
As I sit and sip tea.
Watching birds flutter.
Who am I?
This girl who loves the simple things.
I've really grown into her the last 8 years.
All my hard work in this garden for 14 years is showing its colors now.
I've been here for 14, ML for about 20+.
This year I have planted nearly nothing in the flower garden.
I'm just watching it all happen now.
What a treat.
I pull my wagon, pruning, taking a few...
Just feeling lucky to get to see this.
Light bobbing around.
The garden doing its thing.
Me, the girl who loves such cliche' things.
Like puppies and flowers and birds.
Who would have thought?
No one could have told me I would be this girl in my 30's.
Who swings in a hammock just trying to enjoy every day life.
It's really something, when you get to a place in your soul that you can take a deep breath.
That you let go of the life flutter.
And you just enjoy the moment.
Ahhh, it's good.
To not care about trivial things and just live.
Life is happening now.
Not later, not tomorrow, not when or if.
Now is the moment.
Spring is here.
We are all so lucky to get to experience it all.
What's spring sharing with you these days?