Spring had sprung. The weather was wonderful with temperatures settling in the 60s, low 70s. Buds and blooms were bursting forth from every tree and bush, including my favorite spring bloomers, the pear trees. Their beautiful pink buds open up into white flowers within a few days….
The roses are budding out, including my six new bushes that I bought for $10 at a local nursery last fall at a they-have-blackspot-good-luck! sale. I nursed them back to health and they all seem to be doing fine.
The redbuds had exploded….
The birds had arrived….
It was spring.
At least until last Sunday night, when temperatures dropped into the upper 20s at night and with highs only in the 30s during the day. My father reminds us most years that his grandfather, a cattle farmer, always warned to have enough hay to get through March because there is always a brutal, cold snap that comes late and fools everyone. It is good to know that some things never change!
Hope your Spring has been a bit warmer than mine!
O flower at my window
Why blossom you so fair,
With your green and purple cup
Upturned to sun and air?
‘I bloom, blithesome Bessie,
To cheer your childish heart;
The world is full of labor,
And this shall be my part.’
Whirl, busy wheel, faster,
Spin, little thread, spin;
The sun shines fair without,
And we are gay within.
The Rose Family, Song 1 by Louisa May Alcott
I was recently able to visit a public rose garden at the University of Southern Mississippi. It has been elected one of the “”Greenest Universities” in the country due to its beautiful landscaping.
I must note that several of these photos were taken by my eleven year old, up-and-coming photographer !
(The rose is a)….poem in form and colour. It does not glow with colour in the garden, but half-open buds expand into flowers with trembling petals painted with tender shades….one detects the presence of this beautiful creation by a fragrance sweeter than the flower brings forth in the drowsy summer evenings.
From Gardens of England by E.T. Cook, 1908