The daffodils are especially lovely this year, perhaps because of our cool Spring? Karl took these photos yesterday. We both worked in the yard, as our schedules allowed. Warm enough to open some windows too!
Red seems to be another color that is even more itself in contrast to grey skies.
In all I could have noticed this morning, the red cardinal on an evergreen branch caught my eye.
Spring is colder here this year. I’m still wearing my blue winter coat. This was an adjustment for me when we moved further North several years ago, but now I wouldn’t want to live any other way. Still this year seems unique.
The cactus blooms are beginning to fade. I still remember seeing its exquisite flower for the first time. The cycles of plants are a beautiful metaphor for the creative life.
Some days are prose, others poetry. All gifts from God. As I grow older, I also find it best to have days when I reread poems that are deeply familiar by others, and let my own writing have a day off.
So I’ve been rereading poetry journals from years gone by, and lovely to hear the voices of many friends and to contemplate God’s faithfulness. Thanks to the editors and printers who also make this possible. Blogs and print journals support one another. And thanks to WordPress–I learn more every day.
Photos by Karl.
Ferns uncurling — an image I look forward to each year. They are everywhere.
Lilacs budding — purple and white.
A field of marsh marigolds — another welcome yellow.
News of loved ones here and there, far and wide. We rejoice and pray. We love and pray. We share and listen.
I will sing unto the Lord as long as I live:
I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.
My meditation of him shall be sweet: I will be glad in the Lord.
Psalm 104: 33-34 (KJV)
Photo of ferns by Karl added on May 22, 2011.
blue skies and
willows turning gold
My mom didn’t drive, but she enjoyed taking the bus to the University of Wisconsin – Milwaukee to teach her English classes. I have many memories of driving us different places, over the years. She especially loved the willows in Spring. One of her favorite lines of poetry was Robert Frost’s, “Nature’s first green is gold…”
She often quoted poetry and lines from favorite novels.
And the willows are turning gold once again in Wisconsin.
Unconditional love, God’s love, outlasts death and grief: no contest.
Mom loved Lake Michigan too. Milwaukee, Chicago, here in Oostburg, this Great Lake is a part of our lives.
Photo by Karl.