Monday Morning Gratitudes

My first blooming flowers of spring
splashing through puddles
the rebirth of earth
the beginning of gardens
the resurgence of life
the sun
plans and hopes for the coming months

Blessings

Sunday Morning Peace

A Garden Spot

A garden spot may be a noisy place where droning bees

seek honey, spiders weave their silver lace upon the trees.

And little birds sing songs the livelong day.

Or it may be so silent that it seems the flowers sleep.

And shy, mysterious virgin dreams their vigil keep, 

And God communes with earth the livelong day.

--Pringle Barret

Blessings!

Sunday Morning Peace

Flowers Chorus

O such a commotion under the ground,

When  

called, "Ho, there! ho!"

Such spreading of rootlets far and wide,

Such whisperings to and fro!

"Are you ready?" the Snowdrop asked,

"Tis time to start, you know."

"Almost, my dear!" the Scilla replied,

"I'll follow as soon as you go."

Then "Ha! Ha! Ha!" a chorus came

Of laughter sweet and low,

From millions of flowers under the ground,

Yes, millions beginning to grow.

"I'll promise my blossoms," the Crocus said, 

"When I hear the blackbird sing,"

And straight thereafter Narcissus cried,

"My silver and gold I'll bring."

"And ere they are dulled," another spoke,

"The Hyacinth bells shall ring."

But the Violet only murmured, "I'm here,"

And sweet grew the air of spring.

Then "Ha! Ha! Ha!" a chorus came

Of laughter sweet and low,

From millions of flowers under the ground,

Yes, millions beginning to grow.

And well may they cheerily laugh, "Ha! Ha!"

In laughter sweet and low,

The millions of flowers under the ground,

Yes, millions beginning to grow.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson

Blessings!