Today in Our Garden

Can you stand any more blossoms?
You see, our Blireiana Plum trees are at their show-offy-est peak, the sun was beaming and I couldn’t resist!

But the plums aren’t alone:
Along with ‘Tete a Tete’, these are always the first narcissus to brave the spring. I just adore their golden crowns.

More bulbs popping up:
The leaves of this rhody smell divine – like rich spices.
The fancy ladies of woodland garden loved dancing in the sun today.
I hope you enjoy!

(Mostly photos today and not many words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to those of you who sent prayers and thoughts over the weekend. Thankfully, D’s family in central Chile are all safe. Communication is still sporadic, some of them are without power and phone, and some have damaged property but all are in good spirits. He was due to leave for there tomorrow morning, even before this happened, for his parent’s anniversary. Now he will go as soon as the airport is open. Love and hugs to all.)
xo

– g

Pondering Time

Do you ever wonder about time?

Not just its apparancy as an elusive commodity that one never seems to own enough of.

But that it can be capricious in its inevitable march – fast or slow, stretching and contracting, shortening and elongating.

Much longed for events are planned and looked forward to with a distant gaze into the future and then suddenly are upon us, fleetingly enjoyed and then cast backwards into the history of our lives with barely a chance to hang on and relish each second.


I think I am not alone in perceiving this year, in particular, to be hurtling forward with tremendous velocity, faster than “normal”. The light of each day is lengthening but still each feels too short, with not enough accomplished at its end. Sometimes, in the morning I feel the urge to grab hold of the big, round finial at the end of the bed and pull back hard, thinking I might slow things down just a bit.

Even our season here is greatly accelerated. In the third week of February, it is full blown spring. The Sunday paper proclaimed “April in February!” and the local beaches were crowded.

Comparing images of our flowering plum trees from today to past years, we are four to five weeks in advance. And, as they burst into bloom, literally overnight, the birds are bursting into song, courting and nesting with the energy of Maytime.



I ponder what does this do to their life cycle. Or life span.



Time runs at its own pace and we cannot choose but to follow. Or can we?

As all our scheduled activities and commitments and creations swirl around us like dervishes, we are urged by magazines to “take some time” for ourselves, with the inelegant phrase “me time”.

Well, it’s all “me time” isn’t it? Our lives? Each second belongs to us individually and how we weave those precious threads of “time” defines our experiences, accomplishments and the full tapestry of our existence.

It’s not just a matter of slowing down, or stopping to breath, or smelling roses, though, is it? It’s crafting and creating the measure of each moment, to be aware of its passing and thankful for the chance to mold it into joys and memories and love and care for those around us, to notice and appreciate the changes in the natural, as well as the manmade, world and to do our parts to make them better.

Today, let’s cherish each of the gifts of Old Man Time, even when he seems to be dispensing them a bit too fast for our liking.

With many thanks and love to each of you who stops by.

xo – g

Botanicals

An entire week with no flower photos posted? What’s gotten into me?

What do you think of these?
A series I did last year…

but never released.

Now seemed like maybe a good time.

They’re a bit different. But I’d love your opinion.

We are heading into a week of sunshine so I will be out shooting and have lots to share.

Thank you to everyone who stops in and especially you lovely people that follow me here.
May something truly wonderful happen for you today.

xo

– g

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