The front garden is slowly coming to life. The new mulch has been spread and the sun made the windflowers and hyacinths look so pretty. When I was ready to take the picture, the clouds came out and the windflowers had closed up. The purples looked so nice together. I am glad to see the multiplying of the plants too. The hyacinths started out as just five when Kevin gave them to me one Easter.
I have a book of poems titled “The Best Loved Poems of the American People” it was copyright in 1936 and I always find something good when I start searching. Here is a little poem, the wording is old and a little hard to understand but you will get the drift.
Hyacinths To Feed Thy Soul
If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft,
And from thy slender store two loaves alone to thee are left,
Red Bud trees are so beautiful. This little one has been through a lot! We bought this 3 or 4 years ago. Planted it, then had a really dry summer. I cut back the top because it looked dead but the bottom still had something on it. The next year limbs were growing from the bottom half, then it was moved because we put in a pool. Last year it had leaves and three flowers. This year there were many blooms on it. I cut off a branch that wasn’t doing anything so it could concentrate on the rest. I’m so proud of it!
This tree I put in last year, to replace a dead one. It has come through beautifully! It smells so good too.
This one I was worried about, but it is doing well too and smells divine.
They are all three in a row and as they grow each year that part of the yard will be stunning.
In my Best Loved Poems of the American People I found a tree poem. It is the one that usually made to sound corny because only the first few lines are used. The whole poem is very beautiful and here it is:
TREES by Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the Earths sweet flowing breast.
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray.
A tree that may in Summer wear,
A nest of robins in her hair.
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
I realized we had a robins nest and I am sure eggs in it also. I snapped a picture of mother robin before she flew off.
This also is in a strategic spot away from the wind and rain for the most part. Birds are so smart!
This is the action in our neighbors yard. I heard a lot of tweeting going on from that box.
This is behind our house and I understand that the farmer had planted radishes after the fall. This must give the ground nourishment. He was in the fields last week spraying something and now it is this color. So it will be interesting to see what the next step will bring. I hope you have all kinds of activity in your area also.