Garden Gladness

A couple weeks ago.

When things were lush and green.

And harvesting was really just beginning.

Admiring everything in bloom and the bees happy dance.

The Worlds Poesy

Every turn, every path, every place I visit in the outdoors is lined with verdant green and blooms bursting forth!

I have been trying to enjoy every last bit of green,
of lush foliage, buds and blossoms,
slanted sunlight through dusky skies and salty ocean breezes...

I feel the birdsong every morning, right outside my open windows.

I rise, sip something warm and herbal out of the garden.

Wander out and about with the furry, 4-legged beasts.

They are happy to frolic and swim!

(And I am happy to experience their unabashed joy in these activities!)

 

It is that time.
To begin harvest.
Of flowers, of foods, of plants used for medicine making and natural dyeing.
Enjoy the blessings of the plant world.
Make friends with them, they are open, willing.
They are allies.

And don't forget to take time for beauty.

Make time for it.

Stop and look- really look! All around, magic and pulchritude.

The worlds poesy.

It is a comfort, this beautiful world.

Always the small things make me smile and remember I am truly alive.

Reach out and touch...

Breathe it all in, every last bit of this seasons honeysuckle scented passion.
Make it your passion.
Make it part of your soul.

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The Earth Laughs In Flowers...

Hamatreya

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,
Possessed the land which rendered to their toil
Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool and wood.
Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,
Saying, "'Tis mine, my children's and my name's.
How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees!
How graceful climb those shadows on my hill!
I fancy these pure waters and the flags
Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize;
And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.'

Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds:
And strangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.
Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys
Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;
Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet
Clear of the grave.
They added ridge to valley, brook to pond,
And sighed for all that bounded their domain;
'This suits me for a pasture; that's my park;
We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge,
And misty lowland, where to go for peat.
The land is well,--lies fairly to the south.
'Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back,
To find the sitfast acres where you left them.'
Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds
Him to his land, a lump of mould the more.
Hear what the Earth says:--

Earth-Song

'Mine and yours;
Mine, not yours, Earth endures;
Stars abide--
Shine down in the old sea;
Old are the shores;
But where are old men?
I who have seen much,
Such have I never seen.

'The lawyer's deed
Ran sure,
In tail,
To them, and to their heirs
Who shall succeed,
Without fail,
Forevermore.

'Here is the land,
Shaggy with wood,
With its old valley,
Mound and flood.
"But the heritors?--
Fled like the flood's foam.
The lawyer, and the laws,
And the kingdom,
Clean swept herefrom.

'They called me theirs,
Who so controlled me;
Yet every one
Wished to stay, and is gone,
How am I theirs,
If they cannot hold me,
But I hold them?'

When I heard the Earth-song,
I was no longer brave;
My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave. 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

On Easter Sunday-

Things were blooming and the day was bright.

Today is gloomy, but I am smiling looking back at beautiful photos!