Spring Bells

Spring Bells

The garden is awakening!


The Spanish Bluebells (Hyacinthoides hispanica) happily nestle among the ivy and Lady’s Mantle.


“Nothing is so beautiful as spring —
When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling …”

 ~ Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844 – 1889)
His posthumous fame established him among the leading Victorian poets

Snow Day

Snow Day

Just a couple of days ago the shrubs and roses were budding up, and my spring garden cleanup was underway as I raked up the aftermath of several windy rainstorms. Just tiny daily steps, but I was making progress … until this arrived! It’s been softly snowing for 2 days now, and it’s beginning to pile up. Still, it’s been lovely compared to what I’ve been hearing about the full winter blast back East.




My two magnificent sheltering cedars kept much of the snow off the ground. The tiny birds within their branches are very vocal this morning. I’m not sure if they’re singing or complaining.