All is confusion and muddle – at least that is what my head feels like at the moment. The undernoted photos give an illustration of what is going on.
This is the last photo in my camera prior to the dreaded lirgy. All was dark and damp and with remnants of autumn leaves clinging onto the twisted oak. Spring was obviously a long way ahead.
Today, things look very different. I struggled into a fleece and emerged into the pre-spring day with gingerly footsteps. These snowdrops are plump and full, and someone…. probably me, got muddled up when planting them up during last year’s tidy-up.
The air is still, the birds are in full chatter and there are little signs of hope all around.
In a garden, it is very easy to feel close to God and part of nature. I love the old Victorian hymn, quoted many a time before…..
The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the bird for mirth
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
And I can feel the healing taking place, slowly but surely…… Today’s, Birthday Month treat then – to look and listen and smell spring hanging on the air.
Lovely Spring picture Freda, but perhaps you should be viewing it through a window.
It is very cold here, so must be much more so up there. Take care.
I feel perky having looked at your spring photo. We have crocus blooming but they were hit with our one-and-only snow last week, coupled with some days of sub-freezing weather, so they must be hardy to survive. I saw a mother deer with two fauns nibbling at the few leaves out on our rose bushes yesterday, which reminded me that I am behind in pruning the bushes down for spring. Probably won’t do that this week because we are into a rainy syndrome…which always makes me feel confused and muddled!
Thank you for quoting the hymn. I love that verse and will keep it in thought as inspiration for the necessary work ahead in the garden.
What a delightful birthday month treat! So glad you are recuperating enough to toddle outside to enjoy. My neighbor has snowdrops blooming around her mailbox. I enjoy them every time I leave our driveway or return. Their pristine white blooms are graceful and endearing evidence of the fresh start of spring.
Thanks LC, I’m even going visiting this afternoon, out for coffee to friends in the village. They have a new campervan to display! It’s amazing how the humble snowdrop can cheer our days.