It’s only approaching mid-February rather than late February hereabouts, and there are no crocuses yet nor snowdrops blooming for us, but it is balmy enough for the quinces, daffodils, and saucer magnolias to have been fooled into blooming.
oft treacherous is
winter when it proffers not
cold nor snow nor ice
But instead betrays
the garden with lies that spring
has indeed arrived
So that daffodils
and quince and magnolias
flower too early
Leaving them in great
peril from a forth coming
late wintry, hard freeze
So who’s to say that
‘tis the month of love when
But as for the Lord: … but I(God) will not take my love from him, not will I ever betray my faithfulness to him. I will not violate my covenant or alter why my lips have uttered. ~Psalm 89:33-34 ✝
**All photos taken by Natalie except for the first one. I found it on Pinterest today.
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun!
One mellow smile through the soft vapory air. . .
Yet a few sunny days, in which the bee
Shall murmur by the hedge that skirts the way,
The cricket chirp upon the russet lea,
And man delight to linger in thy ray.
Yet one rich smile, and we will try to bear
The piercing winter frost, and winds, and darkened air.
~William Cullen Bryant
What a season of contrasts autumn is! Many of its striking contradistinctions and “mellow smiles” can be seen on a single day, and yesterday was a fascinating example of Fall’s many faces. Early in the morning the sky was a clear, brilliant blue, and as I wandered the yard I found a butterfly prettily perched on the leaves of a climbing rose. Then the winds picked up and threatening clouds blew in. About 30 minutes later, a narrow band of rain clouds passed over us leaving not a single drop, however, in their wake. Afterwards the sun sat smiling again in the sapphire sky, but it was streaked with a few bands of Cirrus clouds. Not too long after that the stormy/clear scenario repeated itself. Finally late in the afternoon a blustery wind blew down like rain more of the yellow leaves off the willow tree as it chased the sun away for good. What had been an almost balmy day in the mid-70‘s had rapidly changed, and the bite of the chilling north wind stung my unsuitably-clad body when I went out to unplug the fountain and close up the greenhouse.
He(God) wraps us the waters in his clouds, yet the clouds do not burst under their weight. ~Job 26:8 ✝