Then God said: ‘ Let there be lights in the sky to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs, seasons, and for days, and years…’
God made two great lights; the greater to rule the day, the lesser with the stars to rule the night… they divided the light of day from the darkness of night… and God saw it was good…and the evening and the morning were the fourth day.’
Genesis 1: 14-19 ( Sandy’s shortened understanding.)
The light is dull.
Black thorn blossom is out.
How do you know it is not Hawthorn? The white five petal flower is out before the leaf.
Green is from something like honeysuckle in the outside vase.
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade. Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Charles Dickens Bishop Reginald Heber
Sandy, says the paint brush is held in the palm of the weather with four fingers from the seasons and the “green thumb” of the gardener. Then only do flowers paint .
Then this is what Ruth Stout known for the hay method of growing says:
‘I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden.’
Now a poem by me:
The garden held by a hand.
If it is not in season
It's out
The right season the right weather, in all the right time
It is season's time.
Redorangeyellow
Greenblueindigo
Violet
Which of these are season's colours?
If it is not in season
Is it out?
Spring- blackthorn hawthorn,daffidol and crocus, more
Summer-rose, zinnia, petunia and daisy, even more
Autumn - dahli and echinacea,much more
Winter - camellia and far more going into spring
Flower colours seasonal birds returning or leaving with the varying light
Swallows iridescent, dark-blue purple, brownblack wings and tail.
Then all the others: Martins, warblers,flycatchers, nightjars,nightingales and yellow wagtails...
Weather and seasons command the order!
The garden celebrates.
A little more reaching up, a little thinner .
We need some sun.
Here below these flowers were in the garden centre. They paint another picture. They represent our world’s seasons or artificial environments of our own making. Our own power to control the colours of our world.
How do we paint ? Just thinking…
Sandy 🤔
Wonderful poem, Sandy, and gorgeous flowers!
You are so kind glad the poem was to your liking. Sometimes the writer is so close it is hard to see / think of it like someone else. Yes , the blossom is /was beautiful to see. Covered in snow today.
What a beautifully thoughtful poem!
Thank you for your comment. It means a lot.
Wonderful poem, I especially love, “The garden celebrates”. It does!
Thank you! Glad you liked the last line.
Delightful – poem, pics, all of it. I so love spring. Heaven is going to be like an eternal morning in spring.
Yes, without feeling tired or worried about our family. Thankyou for calling my stuff delightful.🙃🤣