Optimism

There is so much work to do, after a long winter's nap..

Fluffing and cutting and general sweeping away winter's dust and grime.

The lawns get their first mowing of the Spring season, but I'm resisting the urge to plant flowers until more stable warm weather arrives, since covering plants with white sheets every night, becomes a chore in itself.

We're hoping all the freeze-warnings will soon be a thing of the past, and we can soon return to the outdoors.

I know of two sweet kitties, who are just busting at the seams to join us.

 

 

  

Were I to live a thousand years
I still would know that flaming thrill,
That rush of joy when first appears —the golden daffodil.

A thousand times my heart would sing
When purple irises unfold;
Or when forsythia's branches bring
Their dazzling showers of gold.

I could not see an almond tree
With branches all a rosy glow
But that a tide of ecstasy
would through my being flow.

Were I to see, a thousand times,
Blue scilla bells amid green grass,
I know I'd hear their fairy chimes
As I would pass.

Were I to live a thousand years
I'd never watch the nesting birds
Except through eyes bedimmed with tears,
My tongue bereft of words.

Were I to weave ten thousand lays,
Knew I a thousand songs to sing,
I still would lack the power to praise
—the miracle of Spring.

Silver Lining ~Wilhelmina Sitch 1888

Spring Cleaning

The First Sergeant has spent the last few days, mowing, trimming, pruning, and  fixing.
Putting the place 'to rights' after a long Winter's nap takes quite an effort, and will be ongoing for several weekends to come.

My effort consisted of hanging the porch ferns. and planting Geraniums.

I've still got lots of empty pots to fill, and birdhouses to tend......

The Perennials are flowering.

We had a hard frost last night, I'm keeping my fingers crossed they were not harmed.

"Everything is blooming most recklessly;

if it were voices instead of colors,

there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke: Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

Fluffing And Cutting

Everything around the garden is budding recklessly, trees, shrubs, and plants alike. Despite the turn to cooler weather at night, the days warm to a pleasant sixty or seventy degrees, and the growing cycle continues.

Of course, this also means the grass is growing. The First Sergeant has mowed twice already, and is thankful for a riding lawn mower . Such is the life of the privileged {wink}

Spring Cleaning

The First Sergeant spent the entire weekend, mowing, trimming, pruning, fixing, and even a little painting.
Putting the place 'to rights' after a long Winter's nap takes quite an effort, and will be ongoing for several weekends to come.

My effort consisted of hanging the Summer porch wreath, and ferns.
I've still got lots of empty pots to fill, and birdhouses to tend......

"Everything is blooming most recklessly;

if it were voices instead of colors,

there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke: Letters of Rainer Maria Rilke

Here's Your Sign.....

My question to The First Sergeant:

" It's 94 degrees outside today, the humidity unbearable. You've been sick for the past two weeks, and you're wanting to mow in the midday heat?"

I wondered where he was going with the umbrella ?

First Sergeant's "Overcoming Objections" reasoning:
"I've taken care of that problem"..........




I immediately thought of the Jeff Foxworthy "Here's your sign" quote.....