Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Blooming plans

Stepping onto the front porch this morning to shake the dust from my bathroom rug, I noticed s fleck of color out of the corner of my eye. 

There on the arbor, jasmine buds as yellow as a spring sundress were peeping out of their shoots. I wouldn't say they were blooming, but promising to bloom.

I smiled because soon, our entryway will smell like warm Heaven. 

When Jilda and I walked, she grabbed for the phone in her pocket as if she were dueling with an unseen photographer who was trying to beat her to the shutter button. It was the yellow bells (Forsythia) and they, on the other hand, were in full bloom.

It was like that for the rest of the day. But she's more familiar with what blooms when and I never had a chance. I had to settle for a pansy on the back deck. 

Recently when snow blanketed us here in Empire, the pansies were happy. When the snow began to melt you could see the purple blossoms peeping through.

I know Old Man Winter is not finished with us yet, but Mother Nature is marching forward too with her blooming plans.



12 comments:

  1. It won't be long!

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  2. Spring is in the air, and I'm totally ready for it.

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  3. You make me smile. I enjoy coming here. Yes the blooming plants do hold a key to a moment of truth, Spring does make us humans smile inside and out.

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  4. Oh so nice to see blooms! We see grey snow

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  5. Rick, you've accomplished poetry again.

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  6. Those little pansies are tough little flowers and I just love their eagerness to bloom.
    You're so lucky to have blossoms to the way. It makes getting out of bed so much easier.
    Enjoy the drama of the awakening of Spring.
    JB

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  7. Ah yes, spring is coming here in north central KY as well. Looking forward to getting out and enjoying the sunshine and warmer temperatures. Thanks so much for stopping by my blog and following. It's great to meet you!

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  8. I believe Ogden Nash wrote this, to be recited in a Brooklyn accent:

    Spring has sprung, the grass is riz
    I wonder where the birdie is
    The bird is on the wing. Oh how absurd,
    The wing is on the bird.

    As I looked up in the sky
    The bird dropped whitewash in my eye
    I didn't laugh, I didn't cry
    I just thanked God that cows don't fly.

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  9. Winter is a tricky thing. Just when you are fooled into thinking spring is finally here, BAM! A blizzard hits. At least that is what happened in Iowa shortly after we got married.

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  10. Don't you just love colorful surprises around every corner? It's also nice to know that even a mundane chore...like shaking out a rug...can bring a smile and hope for Spring!

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  11. It is a glorious feeling to see the first colors of spring.

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