Purple, green and blue: the return of these colors is a sure sign of spring. After a season of grey and white, the beauty confetti of these colors shocks my senses and I awaken from that wintry slumber. Spring has come late to where I live.
Lavender smells like lilacs. When I was about 10 years old there was a gigantic lilac bush where my sister and I made a hideout. We had picnics there and ate blueberries by the bucket. We salted green peppers and ate cheese in cubes.
I will always feel larger with lilacs around; arms of purple beauty urging me to paint the sky as they do with their fingers.
I am given grief for my lack of vegetable garden, but it is always beauty I seek first. I am fed first with my eyes. My belly is quieted later. It’s taken me time in this new home to find my gardening landscape, but it’s beginning to bloom and here come flax (is that right?) and these little pink beauties whose name I don’t know.
My sister, who has the garden of my dreams, dug up her iris and I managed to make a few bloom.
I know that petunias are not perennials, but I love the red and purple together.
This white is softness and it inspires me to keep the bind weed at bay.
Gardening is wonderful once I’m outside, but I often find it difficult to dig out the time to sit and pull weeds or plant myself in ideas of where something new might grow. I lack imagination until I’m breathing the fresh air. It’s like so much of life: I don’t understand it until I’m doing it.
A fist full of orange is waiting in this handful of poppy.
What is waiting outside your door that beckons you to bloom? What is the something you’re almost doing but haven’t yet dug in? What smells like spring or summer to you?