The green has been long in coming.
We have started our seeds,
woven the wattle branches,
kept the dusty millers waiting by the windowsill.
The rain has come, but with it more chill.
The tulips have held their breath.
We've kept our faith in check.
And yet,
even on a bone-cold morning
when frost etches the beds
and the finches are nowhere to be seen,
there is the promise of green.
Even when we least expect it, there is the promise of green. I love your prose.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Loree!
DeleteThe promise of spring is what we all look for at this time of year. I am so happy you are seeing that gradually make an appearance. Savor and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marilyn! Yes, spring has finally arrived, and it's glorious!
DeleteGood morning Gigi -
ReplyDeleteI love the look of the garden bed edged with the wattling. Beautiful.
Thank you, Maritimer! We wove it using various branches from trees and shrubs we had pruned around the yard. It ended up being a fun project!
Deleteall i can say is wow! ..always believe in a new
ReplyDeletetomorrow, a new "green".
Yes, indeed.
DeleteGigi - your photography is a lovely as your words. Hope all is well in your part of the world.
ReplyDeleteMcKenna (down under)
Oh, McKenna, it's so good to see you. I'll pop by for a visit to your blog very soon so I can catch up with your part of the world, too!
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