I am a tulip devotee. I see them as a reward for getting through winter. They are a celebration life.
A video walk around the garden.
There will be dark times, there will be light. There will be time to open up, time to close down. We’re all learning.
For just a short while, they will open their petals, expose their hearts and share their gifts. They will be rocked and buffeted. They will sing, weep, laugh, give, receive, learn.
The small things can make a huge difference…
The best buds of all are the oriental poppies. They wear thick woollen tights, but silk knickers beneath. This one is about to burst its breeches.
After five minutes in the garden I have re-charged and re-energised. There is so much to be grateful for. So many little miracles unfolding before me. Energy bursting upwards and outwards, exploding out of buds. Light shining out of stems and leaves. An infinite variety of shapes and textures.
The tulips have delighted me for three, nearly four weeks. This is their final fling!
Nature has a way of correcting herself. If she overreaches, she seems to reflect, and modify her trajectory to get back on track. And so, in the second week of April, as always, I am beside myself with anticipation for the arrival of the tulips.
Like with life, the garden is always in a state of flux. Nothing stays the same for long. There is always something new, always change.
Tight-knit: adjective: closely integrated and bound in love or friendship
Daffodils can be a bit shouty; a bit full-on; a bit draining. This post gives space to the subtle ones.