As a deer longs for water so I long for you my God. My mind ( soul) thirsts for God , for the living God. My tears fall as I hear this question:
“Where is your God?”
Psalm42: 1-3 (Sandy’s understanding.)
A glass holder of wonder.
2022 ‘s flower and fruit
and 2023′ s compost.
An Apple left by me on the ground.
A thick healthy Primrose growing around it.
The first in the garden.
A dotting of bright blue here and there orderly buds from wide to a point,
open to tightly closed.
Their stems stand straight up
between their long floppy thin green leaves.
on the side of the elm log
is a hairy little plant,
a cut-leaved purple dead- nettle.
It blooms from March to October.
Notice its irregular teeth cuts on each leaf.
the smooth primrose,
the hairy dead-nettle
and the
thoroughly organised grape hyacinth.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Carl Sandburg 1878- 1967 American poet.
I was so fascinated by the above line that I went on to enjoy Carl Sandburg’s poetry reading which I share with you. He first talks about children and poetry and then reads four poems he wrote for children .
Carl Sandburg Reads Poetry for Children.
Thank you for coming into our garden where it is wet and still raining. We won’t complain, it may be storing water for a long hot summer.
Sandy 🙂
I love how you arranged these beauties in a candleholder! It would be so great if you could share some of your rain with us.
Thank you. I wish we could share our rain. 😊
Wow, I’m hoping to see plants like that here by June. Very nice.
Well, our gardens may be brown by then ,who knows! Wish we could save a lot of the rain water coming down now.
Thank you. I wrote a message but it is ….
Love your spring post – arrangement, painting and “ Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.”😂. Will go into the link after Sabbath.
Thank you. I think you will appreciate the way the poems are read the pauses and intonation are charming.