Saturday, February 27, 2010

If You're Happy and You Know It....You Must be a Gardener!

Clayton, a Northern gardener (and genius with Clematis!) over at A Prairie Journal in Saskatchewan, has invited me to share 10 Things that Make Me Happy. Well, I couldn’t be happier to join in! This is really the time of year to turn towards the joy and light that spring brings. And I do feel its imminent arrival. As this is a gardening blog, I shall of course include among my 10 items those gardening things that bring a smile to my face.

1. First of all, I have to mention my little garden helper. He makes me smile every day. Especially when he is batting the fluffy blooms of the Little Lamb Hydrangea and laughing his gurgling, hilarious laugh.

2. My sweet hubby who makes my world go ‘round, and does the heavy lifting in the garden. (And is secretly falling in love with gardening - I just know it!)
3. My back garden, which is still in the early stages of being developed. I feel very blessed to have this space to work with as I dream of making it my ideal garden.

4. The resources to create this garden. I know I am lucky.
5. Three dear long time friends, two of whom are gardeners, and one of whom shudders at worms and all things dirt but loves that I am being creative.
6. Walks in the woods, walks snooping at other’s gardens, and walks in public gardens.

7. Visiting your gardens via your blogs. You are all soooo talented!! Yes, you!

8. The opportunity to enjoy the amazing beauty of our world.

9. The anticipation of waiting to see if the first bulbs ever that I planted in the fall will come up.
10. Of course, my plans this year for my garden. More on those later!

I won’t ask any of you to share your lists of what makes you happy; however, I look forward to the cheerfulness of your posts as spring makes her way to your garden. Thanks for the inspiration, Clayton.

Cheers to you all!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Wishing on the Sky

My wee toddler (almost three!) has a new saying. When he sees a bird he says, “There’s a bird. She’s wishing – she’s wishing on the sky.”

I think he may have gotten this idea from the enchanting picture book he so loves, Starlight Sailor, which plays off of the old poem, “Starlight, starbright, first star I see tonight…”

Well, I think the birds must have something going on with that wishing on the sky.

I wish I may, I wish I might, see a sign of spring tonight.

Ah! I see catkins emerging in the late afternoon light.

On behalf of all northern gardeners, Thank You, little birds. We are thrilled you thought of us. Best wishes to you for a wonderful spring!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

~e. e. cummings

Like many of us, I first discovered e. e. cummings when I was a student. One summer he was my library love. I would walk through the quiet and beautiful campus, mostly empty of students, and make my way up the sweep of lawn to the red brick library on the hill. There, I would search for everything I could find that he wrote and every biography about him. I enjoyed the black and white photographs in some of the books. One picture stayed with me. It was a picture of him and a woman, tousled and smiling, at their summer home. He had named it "Joy Farm".

I think that is so romantic.

Here's wishing we all find a little romance in our hearts this weekend ;-)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Remember this, my friends?

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the
journey-work of the stars.
~ Walt Whitman

[Wild grasses on a summer morning alongside the ravine. Click on picture to make it bigger, and then breathe.]

Don't you just miss the simple beauties, like a green field, right about now? Well, take heart friends (especially those of you in northern climes), the sky is brightening, the world is softening, Spring is starting her northern journey. I, for one, am planning to entice, bribe, and otherwise cajole her into an early arrival. (I have promised her pots of flowers on my windowsills if she hurries!) Any other ideas? If it involves mayhem, count me in.