You haven’t heard from me in awhile, dear readers, and the reason why is I’ve been collecting my things and finding a new home and garden in which to dwell. And once several hours of dirt digging has taken place, and some sweat on sunny days – my spirit begins to connect with the earth, and Pachamama, in the landscape where I live.
I have tumbled onto a little wedge of paradise, and I’m so grateful. The beautiful souls who live here, have created oasis’s of beauty everywhere your eyes can look. I got up early and was out the door to head back and water the vegetable beds this morning, but my heart leapt when I decided to take a few photos first.
Nearly an hour later, I came back down to earth. You can nearly float – uplifted in beauty here. The flowers and the light are so exquisite! When I photographed the white irises, I found myself whispering “angels of the morning.” When you come to their photograph, I think you will agree.
So please, walk with me now, and bend down close to these incredible creations of nature. They are so beautiful and they smell so good. Just watch out for the bees!
Throngs of fragrant, stunning iris are popping up everywhere.
It’s a wonderful organic tumble of loveliness!
Phlox, and peonies, and more iris…
and the angels of the morning – in this sweet, clear light!
Up above you can spot loads of baby apples, (a Swainson’s hawk soaring in circles,)
it really can’t be more glorious than this:
wet poppies, underneath the morning sky.
If you want to stop and pull a few weeds for us…
we’d love that. 🙂
Just like we love the bees on the raspberry flowers.
And sun light through overwintered chard.
Sage plants about to burst into flower –
Blue flax like little stars flecked across the grass…
white cushiony tufts, bursting from onions
Heady in love! Oh, you simply must stop to drink in this fragrance:
and spot the asparagus, catching morning rays of sun.
The red clover’s dotted with droplets of water like clear jewels.
Miracles are where ever you look.
And sometimes dandelions, and dozens of baby thistles, and sneaky bindweed … oh yeah, there’s that part, too.
When you’re finished helping, just put your garden tools away!
And give blessings, to all the gardens of the world, and to everyone who tends them.
May we all know peace, and have nourishing food to eat, and may it be grown with love.