Sunday, 18 May 2014

A garden tale . . .

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 "Where does it lead, the garden path?
To the lily pond where the blackbirds bath?
Or the rustic seat where the old trees lean
To make a bower of gold and green?

It does not lead to the pool at all,
Or the wicket gate in the orchard wall.
It leads you into a world apart,
To the garden of dreams that is in your heart."
~Patience Strong

I do believe that yesterday was the most beautiful day we have had yet this Spring.   The sun was shining gloriously and Todd said the temperature got way up into the 80's . . .  at least in the sunshine on our back patio. He put up an outdoor thermometer a few weeks ago so he could keep an eye on it.

Is this a sign that one is getting older?   This interest in temperatures and sunshine?  I don't know . . .  but I do find myself wanting to know how warm or how cold it is each day, not that knowing can change a thing, but there is a certain comfort which comes from knowing that the temperatures are rising.  

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In the front garden now blooms the "Papaver Oriental," or Oriental Poppy, Coral Reef.   We planted them last year and they are so beautiful, with their papery pink petals and chocolate black centres.   It was not a large plant last year, but this year it is huge, with many more blooms.   I was so surprised to see it arrive. I had forgotten that we had it and did not notice it coming up and then, all of a sudden it seemed . . . it was there again.   I love little surprises in the garden like that, don't you?

Each year I say I am going to pick flowers to press between the pages of my many books, so that in the winter months I can come upon them like a sweet summer surprise when the cold winds do blow and the rain is lashing itself against our window panes in a ferocious temper.

And then I don't.   But that is me . . . all ideas and little action . . .

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Would these press do you think?  I am not sure, and it seems a sin to separate them from their partners.  They play such a pretty tune  together, tinkling pink and ruby keys above the purple lobelia.  They are the belles of the ball, and I dare not disturb their music.  It would be somehow sacrilegious I think . . . or even cruel.  No, I will let them play on in our garden . . .  their sweet melody merely a prelude to the symphony which is to come when the hydrangea break out into tune . . .

Already the small green bud of blossom breathes upon each tender bough . . .  oh the purples and pinks and pale blush of summer's bloom.   It's now a promise just waiting to explode upon each branch and leaf.  Oh, i do so love spring!

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Our geraniums have wintered well and are blooming now.   I am always surprised at the hardiness of these beautiful plants.  They make such a lovely show, from early spring right on into the late autumn.  They are the perfect garden guests . . . they ask for nothing and yet they give so much in return for a bit of sun and water now and again.

Their fragrance is not the most pleasant of fragrances, but then again, I had some Cath Kidston soaps once upon a time . . .  Lemon and Geranium . . .  and it was my favourite scent of all the soaps.   They no longer make it, mores the pity . . .

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I do not know what this is called.  I believe it is a type of fire-weed.  Todd planted all sorts of wild flower seed in the garden and it will be surprising us throughout the season . . .  a floral table of delights that we can feast our eyes upon as the weeks pass by.

Wild flowers have almost been lost during the years with the use of pesticides etc. and with them the many, many species of butterflies have been diminishing and that  is why we plant wild flowers which constantly delight and surprise us from every turn throughout the growing season with their spontaneity !

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I do believe there were anemones, but now only this remains from the blooms now finished.   I think even these are beautiful in a wild urchin way . . . nature is so magnificent I believe.  How can one look at all that it gifts us with and not see the face of God . . .  it baffles me.

This is not by accident.  How could it be?   All weaves together in a magical story which delights every sense . . .  no, not an accident, but a beautiful harmony from above.


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And everywhere on bush and bough we begin to see the tender fruits which are growing . . . a fruited feast in the making.   Black Currant, Gooseberry, Raspberry, Blueberry, Logan berry . . . and the tender white blooms which promise a feast of sweet Strawberries in the not too distant future!

And our apple, pear and plum trees are filled with budding fruits as well.  There is so much to look forward to.   The dance is only beginning!

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With an hundred thousand wishes awaiting us on the horizon . . .

Just blow . . .

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Mitzie is so enjoying the drier, sunnier weather for it means that she is free to amble through the back garden without sinking up to her knees in wet soggy grass.  Here she was relaxing beneath the branches of the Black Currant bush  She sits out there for hours, just willing the neighbourhood  cats to try to enter her domain so that she can chase them off in a barking tail wagging frenzy.  Todd says it's really strange, for she can see a cat on the street when he is walking her and she pays no notice at all . . . and yet one only has to brush it's tail against the outside edge of our garden hedge and she is barking and ready to pounce!

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We do so love her . . .

A thought to carry with you through today . . .  

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"And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground,
and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;
and man became a living soul."
~Genesis 2:7

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Oh, there is such a treat which awaits you in my kitchen today . . . delicious Raspberry Bakewell French Toast!  Made from stale croissants and with all the lovely flavours we have come to love in our famous Bakewell bakes . . . almonds, raspberries . . .  beautiful.

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Have a wonderful day!!

9 comments:

Suze said...

Good Morning Marie.

Sadly no church for me today. Dad was just so confused and now late in the day i am still cleaning!

I loved your post about the flowers in your garden. Oh the berries sound so delicious. One day.

God bless.

Marie Rayner said...

Thank you Suzan. It is my dream to one day sit in my garden with you! I hope your dad is okay now. Just keep thinking about that cruise!! ((((hugs))))

Tracey Steele@Breathing English Air said...

Beautiful post, Marie. I love this time, when more and more flowers are opening. I am always out in the garden first thing to check on progress.

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

Until I read your post, I'd almost forgotten that usually this time of year we do have some poppies coming up. To date I've not seen any, I'll have to go and do a closer look now and see. Most things do winter over well here, but this year we did loose a few things due to the terribly cold and long winter that we had. My geranium plants did not make it. I thought that my rose bush was a goner too but discovered new growth at the bottom of it. I had to trim back all the dead stuff though and that was a very prickly job. Roses bushes do have lots of thorns. Hope you have a wonderful Sunday. The sun is out today and I'm hoping for no more rain.

Suze said...

Marie I am holding tight to my Bible and the thought of that holiday. Poor dad. I hate this disease. I hate that we will put him in a home. I hate that I am no longer coping. Oh well. Time for bed and some sleep.

God bless.

Marie Rayner said...

Pam, we had an unusually mild winter this year. Our Geraniums normally don't make it through. This year happily they did! Roses are indeed prickly things! So beautiful though. You have a super day too!

Suzan, my heart goes out to you. Anyone who has to care for elderly family members with dementia really gets put through it, and with little thanks from the person they are helping. Nevermind, at least you will always know you did your best for your dad. Love and hugs to you. Hope you rest well. xxoo

Marie Rayner said...

Tracey, I am like you. I can't wait to get out there each morning to see what new adventure is happening today!!! Love, LOVE this time of year!

La Table De Nana said...

I press bleeding hearts..the colors will fade..nonetheless nothing beats their shape in cards..etc..under glass..I prefer small blooms for pressing...pansies are queens in pressings!
Your gardens are looking wonderful..
I have to winter geraniums indoors you lucky duck:)

Marie Rayner said...

I will have to press some Monique! You have tempted me! I love pressed pansies. I still have some that my ex husband gave me when we were sixteen years old. Still pretty after all these years. xx