Author: queentracey1

so sweet the day
the air brand new
each moment blooms before me

fulfilling ecclesiastical duties
of bearing beauty and witness
carrying divinity’s spirit

shade shelters the cold
allowing winter to persist
between pickets and pines

seduce me
with your song of spring
of love and life and hope you sing

inside
a tall drink of color
ends winter’s dry monochrome

the light still lingers
from some other
morning’s moon

The other cool thing about indoor gardening these past few months has been discovery.  When heart shaped leaves began springing up in my pots in the soil I had taken from the landlord’s garden, I thought that they were clover.

Some of the patches of what I thought was clover were so thick that I decided to scoop them up and plant them in their own tiny pots, a bit of green to help us stay sane this long winter. The leaves tasted a bit like lemon.

By mid-March the greenery had begun to flower, small bright yellow blooms that quickly spread their petals and then just as quickly faded away.  No blooms like I’d ever seen in the clover I remembered from my childhood in Virginia.  Still, I described the plant as clover.  But when the seed pods formed, I realized I should probably do my homework.

No clover…

Before journeying to the Brooks Estate, I stood in the living room holding my camera, staring out through that rippled glass of which I’ve written so often.  And as I swayed just a bit to change the angle of my view … well, the reflection of the white curtains in the glass and the twisting shapes of the trees, still mostly bare of any leaves, through the glass … they reminded me of many things, from running water to ballet dancers moving across a stage.  I could even see singers with hands raised high and voices ringing out in praise.

A bush by the side of the road during the morning commute.

I wasn’t sure it would survive the winter.  Some of the leaves are not in great shape, but peeking out this morning were these buds.

… something about this morning’s light in the pale petals and against the dark leaves reminded me of both dawn and sunset come together.

… when you walk through Ricky’s Flower Market.  Spring has arrived (even if another flake or two might fall before month’s end).  I love my indoor gardening but I do appreciate wandering through this outdoor market. A simple way of finding calm. 😉