One unusually warm day recently I was
out in my garden for the first time this year admiring all the spring
flowers. The snowdrops looked like silent bells as they swayed in the
breeze or maybe they were nodding their heads in approval of the
weather. The first daffodils had sprung up in such large clumps I
could understand how William Wordsworth must have felt when he wrote:
“ I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and
hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
Well, it was a stretch of the
imagination to picture the lake because our garden doesn´t include
one but you know what I mean. There´s something so joyful about
suddenly coming upon these harbingers of spring and realising that
the long dreary winter is almost over. The tulips won´t be far
behind either. I could spot their leaves in every flower bed
interspersed with the first few forget-me-nots. I´m particularly
looking forward to seeing the frilly ones which we planted a couple
of years ago under one of the trees. However, on my way back I was
distracted from anticipation of flowers yet to appear by the sight of
my quirky “white” rose bush which had already produced a perfect
little flower, all white but for one single red petal. I´m so glad
that the Red Queen´s little gardeners have survived the winter
unscathed! I was also thrilled to see the first new lupins sprouting,
a sure sign that summer will eventually come around again.
Then as I left the garden and was
walking along the path to the house something stopped me dead in my
tracks in amazement and wiped all thoughts of showy spring flowers
right out of my head. There, tiny, humble and insignificant growing
against all odds in the moss and winter debris between the paving
stones, was a bright yellow pansy. The flower was only about an inch
in size but I thought it the most beautiful thing I´d seen all day.
Maybe we all occasionally need to be reminded that we should cherish the simple things in life.
What a pretty little thing to pop up between paving stones! The only thing that ever comes up between ours are weeds. :o) You documented your gift beautifully.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful surprise. I love pansies but I didn't get any set out last fall and have never had one come up volunteer. Do know they are very hardy as ours got a layer of ice on them one year and they all survived. Very poetic description and lovely LO conveying the important thoughts of cherishing the simple things in life.
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