Something wonderful is afoot this year.
I am seeing a Resurrection Garden.
Bitten and left for dead by a late freeze,
Nature again proves it's resilience.
This wisteria~~top decimated from cold~~
Bravely pops out leaves and a fragrant flower bunch
low on the vine as the top
begins it's transformation as well.
Blackberry blossoms and bees.
Bees which had swarmed my Weeping Cherry,
only to vanish in the cold.
They have returned in abundance and
dance merrily on the warm breezes.
Fragile creatures as they are,
May Apples lean toward the sun
in the cool and lush shadows
of small wooded areas.
Air redolent with the rich smell
of earth and wood humus.
No perfume can match.
Multiflora rose hedge, considered by many
noxious, a haven for birds,
scents the air with it's plethora of blossoms.
Like being wrapped in a
Goats beard (another so-called weed)
has braved the cold and offered up
a globe of seeds.
Gaze and see the future...finer than
My *railroad rose*~~named for where I dug it~~
which has not bloomed for years.
A blossom of perfection,
a petticoat of buds.
And my peach/pink iris.
Long gone from the flowerbed.
Happily nodding to me,
urging me out with camera,
smiling as I focus.
I think God's Garden is one of many Miracles.
He knows no weeds or preferential
just the beauty that sustains.
Returning, from the harshest conditions.
Savoring each moment.
Reminding myself of the blessing