The Death of the Bird
For every bird there is this last migration:
Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;
With a warm passage to the summer station
Love pricks the course in lights across the chart.
The Death of the Bird
For every bird there is this last migration:
Once more the cooling year kindles her heart;
With a warm passage to the summer station
Love pricks the course in lights across the chart.
The prettiest season is definitely peony season! If you are, like me, a peony addict, you find that season to also be way too short. Peonies make every garden look luxurious with their large, colorful and heavenly scented blooms. This year I couldn’t add a new peony cultivar to my garden, not that I didn’t want to, but when you want special bulbs, there’s a price tag coming with it, and I couldn’t justify spending a hundred dollars for a tiny plant. Because, it’s obvious that I’d end up wanting more than one, right? Still looking for the perfect yellow one, by the way…
I’ve been wanting to photograph these pocket watches for a long time, never getting the opportunity until a couple of weeks ago. They belong to my father in law. He loves watches and knows how to take them apart and fix them. He has all these gears and tiny pieces, it’s fascinating. It’s probably why my husband is also a Mr Fix it. He can fix anything! It’s a blessing and a curse. He can always find a way to save my old and treasured pieces or mementos. But then, he can also fix old eye-sore appliances. “Honey! It was simply a hose!” Then, it’s a strap or whatever he found that could be replaced, sigh… But I digress.
If there were such a thing as Muscari fever, well I think I’d be suffering from it. Seriously, I just LOVE these tiny, tightly packed bells. And the fact that they’re blue just adds to their loveliness. There never is enough blue in a garden! These pretties are always stealing the show in the spring, and I’m sad to see that they never last long enough. That’s why I take lots of photos each year.
It had never occurred to me that grape hyacinth could come in another shade than blue. Just my luck, they do! In white, pink, baby blue, and combos of blue and white. Some also look like they’re wearing a bonnet! So cute! I just need them all! I’d need a bigger yard. Or maybe I’m just living in the wrong era.
One of the things I love the most, come spring, is to walk in my garden, early in the morning, while sipping my coffee. Just me and the birds. I sometimes bring my camera too if I need company or if I found something to capture. Which happens quite often since a garden is alive and ever changing, and the light is never the same either. So, prepare to be bored by the amount of images or posts related to my little space. I’ve been working like crazy this past week to have everything ready for summer. Sanding and painting the raised beds a lively green apple color, planting and adding mulch and manure. Soon I’ll be able to sit down in my swing and watch the magic happen. because it will. It does every time.
Dreamer. Wanderer. Artist.
Barefoot lady who talks to birds. Who loves the wind and her morning coffee.
Who sings out loud and still believes in magic.
Perfectly imperfect, and that suits me just fine.