The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size. ~Gertrude S. Wister, American horticulturist
Category Archives: Seasonal
Finally…Some Melting
When temperatures finally climb above the freezing mark
And the sun shines brightly in the winter sky above,
Icicles hanging from the eaves of most houses
Begin to melt and drip in tapering shapes.
And gradually the warmth turns ice
Into cold water that’s destined
To refreeze overnight until
The same thing happens
The very next day, and
Eventually, drip by
Drip, the entire
Icicle melts
In a pool
Of H2O.
P.S. Poetic form is a Shape Poem.
Frozen Fog
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches, and then moves on. — Carl Sandburg, American poet and winner of three Pulitzer Prizes
This weekend, I woke to a winter wonderland, only it wasn’t the snowy kind.
It was a freezing fog.
Cheery Cherry
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubinstein, Polish American classical pianist
Sometimes, we get lucky and find a tree that’s beautiful in all seasons. Such is the case with our Weeping Cherry.
Mixed Blessing
Dazzling Golden Beauty
Resplendent in your dress of gold,
Lifting your arms to the birds of the air.
Tall and proud, stunning and bold,
Never a worry, never a care.
Oh maple tree touched by the sun,
Are you aware that one day soon
Your leaves will drop and you’ll be bare?
That snows and bitter winds will come
Bringing silence and quiet as winter’s tune.
Do you know, or do you care?
Note: This is written as a Horatian Ode, a poem with meter and rhyme, praising a person, animal, or object. The “object” is a Sugar Maple photographed in late afternoon sunlight.
Happy Fall, Y’all!
It’s supposed to be cool in Central Illinois this weekend (50s day, low 30s night), so I wanted to show you how pretty Fall can be before the leaves drop:
Signs of Fall
Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life. ~Hal Borland
Is it Fall yet?
How can you tell?
Oh, sure, the days are shorter, the crickets chirp a steady symphony all night long, the kids are back in school, football season is upon us, flannel shirts are showing up on store shelves.
But is that enough? Don’t you want more proof?
(Nearly) Wordless Wednesday
Learn to be an observer in all seasons. Every single day, your garden has something new and wonderful to show you. ~Author Unknown
Look what I just noticed:
An Exotic Beauty
Have you ever heard of Moonflower?
Before this weekend, neither had I. Here’s what one looks like:
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 