Friday, March 16, 2012

Spring in Northern Indiana

The most gentle and beautiful of the spring flowers have arrived at my house. It is a welcome site even though we really don't deserve it after such a mild winter.
This daffodil is from my garden.

The above crocuses are from Karen's garden. It is so beautiful and so surprising to see these gems of color right outside our doors.

Windows are open, sheets on the line, words flow as if the well has thawed and everything comes easier now.

This spring I am focusing on Emily Dickinson and the gardens she tended in Amherst, Massachusetts.

New feet within my garden go
New fingers stir the sod,
A Troubadour open the elm
Betrays the solitude.

New Children play upon the green,
New Weary sleep below,
And still the pensive Spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!

Emily Dickinson