As the season starts to turn, it seems to happen at a snail’s pace…literally.
It’s like the orchestra tuning to find that perfect pitch.
Things seems to unfold in starts and fits, and we keep saying…”just wait.”
And then, after an almost unbearable pause…the symphony begins.
Every tree is dressed in leaves and blossoms,
and every sleepy plant and creature awakens.
When I am away during the week, I miss the Memorial Garden. This weekend, the return took my breath away.
The earth is alive;
the creatures so busy;
and the gardeners so hardworking –
except for Yule, who just keeps us company.
“It was such a pleasure to sink one’s hands into the warm earth, to feel at one’s fingertips the possibilities of the new season.” ~ Kate Morton, The Forgotten Garden
Spring brings the dogs out in force,
and from their stories, we have learned this: symphonies have more than one movement –
and you can bury a lot of troubles by digging in the dirt.
Gardens For Goldens 