673. Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. ~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth

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There be delights that will fetch the day about
from sun to sun and rock the tedious year
as in a delightful dream …for a garden is Arcady
(a region of rural simplicity and contentment)
brought home.  It is man’s bit of gaudy
make-believe – his well-disguised fiction
of an unvexed Paradise – a world where
gayety knows no eclipse…
~Edited lines by John D. Sedding

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Shhhhhhh! Do you hear it? Okay, okay, try again. Listen carefully! Did you hear something this time? Did you? If not, did you see anything different? Surely with the vernal equinox only 4 days away, you’ve heard and seen the come-hither voice of springtime and the early signs of it that daily grow more visible and audible. In my yard and elsewhere birds are aflutter and atwitter as they bring nesting materials to birdhouses; colorful crocuses, upright and abloom, chant lovely, little ditties; green perennials whisper quiet anthems as they rise from wombs beneath the soil in search of light and warmth; iris spears that were cut back in the fall now stand tall again offering up gladsome refrains; busy, buzzing bees scurry about in search of nectar and pollen; swelling buds on cherry trees whisper pretty, pink ballads; and on and on go the sights and sounds that make the human heart leap as the faithful promise of Spring materializes once more.

For as the soil makes the sprout come up and a garden causes seeds to grow, so the Sovereign Lord will make righteousness and praise spring up before all nations. ~Psalm 6:11   ✝

25 thoughts on “673. Spring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer. ~Geoffrey B. Charlesworth”

  2. I hear it!!! And I love the images of the crocuses—the work here has begun—it’s a giant dug up mess, and I love it!!!! Destruction before the glory 🙂
    One more day of sanity before I head back to the chaos in Atlanta–and if my phone, email, texts are any sign of what awaits—oh me. . .
    hugs to madame spring—-little cookie

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    • Me too, me too, me too!!!! Oh I can’t wait to see pics of the new babies! I’ll be praying for you on Wednesday. Maybe by then they’ll have worn themselves out with all the emails, phone calls, and texts! Hugs from Madame Spring to Madame Peaches. ❤ ❤ ❤

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  3. Yes, I hear spring arriving in my garden too. I love it when birdsong starts up in earnest again and nest building begins. It’s my favorite season. Your lovely prose makes me suspect that you also adore it, Natalie. I’ve always love the sight of perennials poking through the soil.

    Blessings & hugs ~ Wendy ❀

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