- "From Blossoms" by Li-Young LeeFrom blossoms comesthis brown paper bag of peacheswe bought from the boyat the bend in the road where we turned towardsigns painted Peaches.From laden boughs, from hands,from sweet fellowship in the bins,comes nectar at the roadside, succulentpeaches we devour, dusty skin and all,comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.O, to take what we love inside,to carry within us an orchard, to eatnot only the skin, but the shade,not only the sugar, but the days, to holdthe fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite intothe round jubilance of peach.There are days we liveas if death were nowherein the background; from joyto joy to joy, from wing to wing,from blossom to blossom toimpossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
I feel I haven't shared any floral love here for a while. There's been SO much happening all around outside, in our garden and fields (paddock), and down the road and along the wayside.
Spring tricked Winter a little, and some blossoms came really early. The peach blossoms are all but done, with the few glimpses of pinky when I drive along the road, and one tree in our garden. The white plum blossoms come a little later than the peaches, I'm not sure if it's a difference between peaches and plums or because ours are in different locations in the garden, and get different warmth and light. I love slipping across the grass to the plum trees. At a certain time of afternoon they have the most magic glowing quality. Actually, anytime of the day they are simply beautiful and intoxicating and magical to be amongst. The trees themselves are old and fallen and gnarled, like wizened fairy trees. Last weekend with the moon glowing through them in the late dusk light I felt truly lucky and special to be able to live here.
One the weekend we gathered flowers from all over. And our home is now overflowing with vases of blooms.
White azaleas and one pink rose from the vacant house up the road
White plum blossoms on long branches, tied up with golden thread, from across the paddock
Pink azaleas from just outside our door
One little clover flower picked at the bus stop
A small clutch of yellow dandelions the girl gave me
A woven piece of stick/yarn work.
Red camellias from the giant tree outside - these are beautiful as blooms, and make a pretty stunning natural dye colour as well.
What's the weather doing there, for you?
Spring or Autumn settling in, or is Winter having a last little turn, like here where the evenings have slipped back into being cold again.
As always, I "collect"
, if you'd like to have some botanical inspired smiles.
We've been having some glorious days lately, as well as some rain and cloudy days. But I'm taking notice of the Winter sunshine warming my body and soul, and also tricking a lot of flowers into early bloom. Our peach blossoms are already in full flourish, and their leaves have some on too. Generally the leaves don't come back - with their iridescent green showyness - until some time closer to Spring.
The mulberry tree down the road already has tiny little fruits starting to grow. It was full Summer last year when we were enjoying their deliciousness - it was dyeing our hands, feet, mouths brightest purple. And while I can't wait to start dyeing fabric and yarn with those little bubbles of colour, I also don't want to rush the Summer heat too soon.
Living where we do, we always have some flowers in bloom over Winter. Our garden is bare and barren, or snow covered like other Winter's across the globe. Nope, the sub-tropics are pretty decent places for Winter. Yet still, to see this early-Spring happening at barely the middle of Winter, means that Summer will be here before we know it. I have a horrible feeling that Spring will pass us by all too quickly and be swallowed up by Summer. And based on the past two years - it'll be wet and hot and steamy. Oh fun.
So right now, I'm enjoying these Winter (ish) days, and the feeling of Spring in the air. The days are still short, which means we chase the sun across our yard and I aim for my afternoon cup of tea to coincide with the golden hour before setting sun. (It tricked me today, as the shift in earth meant a different tall tree shaded the final sunbeams and I lost the light earlier than anticipated. Ah those tall trees that block my final cup of tea in the sunshine!!!).
I hope you had a lovely weekend. In the sunshine reading
eating with avo on toast, or hanging washing on the line, or maybe you were giggling in some snow, like