Spring and Hope Greet the Garden
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
~ A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young
Spring has greeted the garden.
The rains last week produced blossoms on the apple tree, and set the Wisteria, Iris and Tulips to blooming.
Maria has been working on a new stone base and platform for the St. Francis statue that graces the garden. A mysterious message: “finish me” – appeared to urge her on.
Between stones and mortar, she planted sunflower seeds in the Iris and annuals bed.
Rows of sunflowers will hopefully frame a colorful center of annuals and grace us long after the Iris have faded away. I focused on replacing the Little John plants that we lost to frost last winter in the entry beds. Ina strictly forbade me to go to the nursery in springtime. She must have known that would only encourage me. A mix of drought tolerant Lavender, Ceanothus, and Artemesia will provide near year-round interest – and their performance is proven through two seasons in the garden.
“Spring drew on…and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.” ~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
The ten dogs that arrived nearly two weeks ago are gradually coming out of their shells.
Tails are less tucked and smiles quietly cross their faces.
They are gaining weight and regaining their strength.
We call them “The Reservoir Dogs” and you can read their rescue story by following this link.
Dakota is one of our latest arrivals.
He needed emergency surgery to remove one of his eyes – a choke-related injury. We are hopeful that the other eye has been saved; it appears better each day.
You’ll notice an unusual twist to his paw as well. While he does not let it slow him down, he will be having surgery soon to repair and restore his beautiful gait.
These dogs have endured some long hard days – like the garden has weathered winter. But it is spring again – and hope is everywhere.
Wordless Wednesday: Julius
From Darkness to Light
“Gardens are made of darkness and light entwined.” ~ F.T. McKinstry
Our Homeward Bound Memorial Garden was gifted with light, bright sunshine on Saturday…
And dark, grey skies on Sunday.
A blessing that means much-needed rain again tonight. Last week’s storms produced a profusion of blooms…
and delivered a huge undertaking for our rescue – one that we gladly take on. Two van loads; ten dogs; twelve hundred miles to bring them to safety. I’ll be able to share their full story with you soon (as soon as I finish writing it!) Gorgeous all…and all in need of significant care –
for untreated medical issues –
and human socialization.
From darkness to light. Like the spring unfolding around them –
the best is yet to be.
Wordless Wednesday: Joy
Rain Falling on Sunshine
There is a saying that God made rainy days so gardeners could get housework done. To heck with that.
We had two storms move through this week. While they didn’t put a significant dent in our drought situation, the rain did bring welcome relief to our thirsty trees and gardens.
Paired with warm temperatures, the flowers, leaves – and weeds – are exploding.
So, a showery – sometimes rainy – day was not going to deter us from enjoying the early spring celebration, or getting a jump on weeding. Maria and I arrived early to find the daffodils, tulips and rosemary blooming, the willow tree leafing, and the lawn freshly mowed for the first time this year (thank you, Rob).
The rainy day also brought a welcome guest. Tigger went home a month ago as a foster. We do that when a dog is being medically treated to carry the cost of care for the family, and to ensure that all will be well before an adoption is finalized.
When Tigger went home, he was suffering from still uncontrolled diarrhea. For that transgression, he had been surrendered to a shelter where his fate would be clear. The team brought him to Homeward Bound.
While he improved with medications, he needed to be in a stable, home environment. After a month with his amazing new family, his health is back on track, and his weight is up by six pounds.
Clearly surrounded by love, he is a totally different – and completely doted upon – dog. His adoption was finalized.
“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…”It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine.” ~ Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
Wordless Wednesday: Witten
Wordless Wednesday: White
Through the Lens
“It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional.” ~ Robert Brault
I have enjoyed taking amateur pictures of our garden – watching it progress through the seasons and develop over time. But lately, the amateur quality of the photos has been a sense of growing frustration and disappointment instead of joy. So, with appreciation to our Presidents for the three-day weekend, I rented a camera that takes a couple of leaps from my current gear.
When I started studying painting many moons ago, my student tools were inexpensive gessoed muslin canvas, cheap brushes and acrylic paints. I will never forget the first time I put fine sable brushes and a light oil wash to a linen canvas primed with rabbit skin glue (sorry bunny). The paint had a completely different feel, a brilliance and transparency. It did as I commanded – effortlessly gliding into place. That has been my experience behind the lens this weekend. Not just photographing our budding spring…
or happy birds…
but the beauty of the dogs –
and the delight in the faces of our volunteers and families.
“If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn’t need to lug around a camera” ~ Lewis Hine
Tuesday, I return the camera and turn back into a pumpkin. But something tells me there is a purchase in my future. So when words are inadequate, I can (happily) share our joy in photographs with you.
Wordless Wednesday: Home
Rain Glorious Rain
Rain. Glorious Rain.
A Pacific storm – an atmospheric “river” we refer to as the “pineapple express” – dumped a more than generous amount of rain in Northern California setting a record in Sacramento for most rainfall in a 24 hour period. It helped our nearby Folsom lake to rise nearly 3 feet in a single weekend, and the Sierras above us were topped with more than four feet of snow. While we are all soggy and practically swimming in it – we are rejoicing.
Homeward Bound might well be renamed “On Golden Pond.” Our banks have overflown…
And our parched Memorial Garden is a bit under water.
But what a glorious sight it is.
All the dogs got out despite the weather…
and Rocky, Lisa, Zoe and Eleanor managed to get adopted by devoted families that made their way to us despite the downpour.
The trees are practically bursting with joy.
“Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.” ~ John Updike
These Pacific storms – which have been absent all winter – typically deliver about a third of our annual rainfall. While this one only puts a dent in our deficit, it is a welcome gift and a hopeful sign of good things to come.
So many have shared a prayer and a rain dance for our golden state. Thank you.
“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.”
Wordless Wednesday: Happiness
Gardens For Goldens 