Spring is a wonderful gift coming between the dreary months of winter and the dry, charring summertime. This year’s springtime has been amazing.
During some unpleasant dental work, which made staying in the big city for three days necessary, I couldn’t wait to return home. Just being at home is comforting. But being able to enjoy the lush green fields makes me understand the promise of lying down in green pastures in the 23th Psalms. Plus all the wonderful flowers in the fields and my yard makes home even more alluring.
The turkeys have been very active this spring and coming up into the yard or just behind the fence. Their gobble, gobbles make me look up to search for them. I was finally able to get a picture. Boy, are they the nervous type.
Columbine’s (Aquilegia chrysantha)yellow shooting stars flying in the wind. They are thinner than usual. I discovered that some creature had dug a deep hole under one of the bushes. In doing so, the dirt covered up and killed some of the plants. So I transplanted some from a flowerbed where I didn’t want them to fill in the vacancy.
The same three Dianthus clumps bloom every year. Last year I planted three others hoping to fill in the space. They did not make it. I recently read that there is only one variety that will live in our clay soil. Don’t know how easy those are to find.
At this time of the year, spring flowers make my day.
“The strength of a nation derives from the integrity of the home.”