I FALL....In .Celtic: "Titeann me"

 TITEANN ME.....

 I can hear thunder call, nothing to want this night.

 In wonder and light I am

 So still the water leads me.

 Arise sweet sounds to the dance my heart now hear. I fall.

 In a rush of drowsy rain my soul clings where love may sigh.

 His name is here on the wind, and whispers fearless and far.

 I fear no darkness here I was lost but now am found.A moment in your eyes, breathe on me, make me one.

 A scent of morning snow, a scent of soaring here. My words will lift up your name, and fall. I fall.

 Though I walk, shadows toss, speak to me lonely one. 

 The shore of the sea is long. From ancient days lost to time. The ashes drift from my eyes and lets me fall. I fall.

 Give me bliss to bring me life. Give me joy as grace on the wind. 

 And here he comes with the call. For mercy follows my days.

 And will the desert cry. Swaying angels ever heard. When restless comes the day, dust of the melting sky.

 *And hush now , sleeping child, the valley soothes with bliss. 

 *His love you dream and then fall. A breath. I fall. 

 In Gaelic: *Agus hush anois, codlata leanbh, soothes an ghleann le bliss.A ghrá duit a aisling agus ansin titim. Anáil. Titeann mé.

 Pronounced: Eggus hah a nesh, colla ta yannu, saw ush an ee blissh.A grey da ashling, eggus un  chin chin me. Annal. Chin Chin meh.

Photographs 2020

Waiting for the blooms.....

 "You keep waiting for the bloom of flowers, of which you have to sow seeds yet......." 
                 -Dr. Steve Maraboli (Behavioural Scientist)

 So, yes indeedy,I have been  waiting, and waiting, and waiting.........

 For the weather to co-operate. It's soggy. And boggy. About 8 degrees celsius.  And frost still. Here and there.On the ground. On the rooftops. On the fence.  Frost. Ugh.

  There are pods in the greenhouse.  On the evergreen clematis. A month behind. Feels like time has slowed.I don't mind rain or wind, but  it's been a long hard winter for the Campbell River area. I lost quite a few bushes and parts of trees from the snow and the wet. Time to move on.Time for something warmer.

 A year ago  the outdoors looked like this. Flocks of starlings taking over the birdbath. Leaves on the trees.  No frost. No cold. 

 So far, the bleeding heart has only pushed its little snout up thru the dirt.Last year it was flowering at this time.  It likes the cool. But not the chill of this early spring. Brrrr. 

 "So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers." 
                      -Jorge Louis Borges (1899-1986) (Argentine story writer)

I have to keep myself busy . This waiting is  something else. Drummmmmed fingers on table. Think. Think. Then the light bulb went off: Fabric. Fabric's good. Dyeing fabric. In Tea and Coffee and Beet Juice and Tumeric. Even better. Have had a ton of quilt flats just waiting to be dyed. If I have to wait to plant, might as well play with fabric.

 So while the quilt flats soaked in my concoction  of Tea and so forth, I sallied forth . I shouldn't sally forth. I always come back with flats.  I must stop this sallying. Only leads to Geraniums. Seed Geraniums. Lettuce and other veggies. I just couldn't help it. They were just sitting there. In the garden centre....begging me to bring them home. 

 Well, after all. I have to wait to plant. Might as well buy some plants. Just a flat or two. Maybe three.......( Oh, and a Deer tarp........don't let me forget that)

  Once the flats  were happily ensconced in the greenhouse, where they wait to be buried in earth, it was time to finish distressing  quilt flats. One of my favourite things to do is make quilts look distressed. My mix of Tea, Beet Juice, Coffee, Tumeric, and even a touch of tomatoe juice, did  a great job.

 "The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. " 
                               -Tennesse Williams (1911-1983) (playwright)

  This is my favourite quilt square. It's called Rising Star.  I dumped it, the whole thing, into just beet juice. It's the colour of the clematis that hasn't flowered yet.

 Once everything was all dyed, the next step was to get them to look more tarnished, even wrinkled. I've discovered that if I put them all into the drier and  basically " cook" them dry in the machine they will get a more worn look. That Civil War Era  look that I just LOVE so much.

 "A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill, except for learning how to grow in rows." -Doug Larson (1926-) (Columnist)

 So while the quilts were drying away  getting wrinkled and old, I got it into my head that I should go get some Dahlias. So off I toddled to Canadian Tire and snatched up about 25 of them. I just couldn't resist. (But I forgot the Deer Tarp......must get one)

 Going to plant Dahlias on the hill with Velvet Queen Sunflowers. The tall Maroon ones that sway in the wind. But Dahlias don't like a lot of frost, or wet or sog and bog. So they will have to wait in their box. A little less chilly would be fine.

 Along with the Lily of the Valley, and Sweet pea seeds.Ahh yes, the ever present sweet peas.  Can't even plant them yet. Sweet Pea seeds like  cool earth, but this earth is just a bit  wet and cold. Probably rot.  I will have to wait a week or two. But by the third week of April  I plan to sow seeds.The weather's got to be better by then. Right? ( Oh, and remind me to get a Deer Tarp........)

 Lettuce,broccoli, cabbage and more lettuce, and radishes,and more broccoli. Yummm. I need to get a deer tarp to put over them.Hmmmmm. They will like the veggies. I can hardly wait to plant. But waiting I am. Waiting and waiting and waiting.......

 Plus: Dahlias, Sunflowers, Veggies, more sunflowers, Sweet peas  ( oh yea, and a deer tarp...mustn't forget that).......

 The quilts look somewhat aged. Not too much. Not too little. Still nice looking with a bit of a tan. Good way to spend waiting on  these rainy, chill  days.
( Making note to self: Get a  Deer Tarp......and maybe some more dahlias, or glads, or....)

 "Weather forecast for tonight: DARK." -George Carlin(1937-2008)

2017 Photographs

Waiting for Spring.....

                  "Joy is the mainspring in the whole of endless Nature's calm rotation" (Schiller)

"Give me beauty inthe inward soul, and may the outward and inward person be as one. May I reckon the wise to be the wealthy, and may I have such a quantity of gold as none but the temperate can carry." ( Socrates)

Frosty morning for Hunting

 Supposed to be spring......hmmm, not likely, at least not today...frost, and ice and freezing. Bird baqth frozen....

 And the neighbourhood cats are calling. Very early.Orange Fluffy is back.  must have been about 6:30 in the morning.....

Mountains had a new sprinkling of snow. Things just aren't blooming all that fast in the garden. Makes me wonder . I want to take pictures of roses. Not going to happen at this rate.

Orange Fluffy has her special hang out at the front hill She will lie in wait for hours, not moving. Just watching. And the birds come. In flocks.

 Back yard. Wild Rose bush.  A hang out.

Frozen again...and again...

And the birds are still coming..

And White Cat sits in her perch under the rose bush, waiting, and waiting.  Hunting. She's very good at it. Likes to eat the little ones and purr at the same time. You'd think the birds would get wise.