Ah, the perennial bliss of perennials: planted once, but yearly bejeweled…
With the progress of my years — and without much work — the flower gardens I planted when my children were toddlers continue to bless…
Here is a poem I wrote as I watched another year of the Spring Colors in Procession. The waves of color proceeded and faded like my moods, from sunny to blue, to sunny again.
My life seems to undulate between the waves of blues and yellows
I swoon with the motion of Spring…
As snow is melting and sun grows longer, the purples are first to show: crocus and violets and pulminaria too, signal awakening glee.
Next come warm yellows overtly to cheer:
Daffodils, tulips, and wood poppies shout; dandelion snicker and leer.
Bright pedals drop as purple returns with sister pink in tow: Almost blue the Virginia hue of phlox and iris sweet; azaleas drip magenta ooze near dancing columbine.
Just as these fade and I long for more, yellow comes happily crashing the door: giant Dutch and yellow flag iris compete with hosta’s humble lime conceit, and Lemon Lilies’ scented treat.
What’s next in the lineup as summertime dawns? Moods up or down, do irises frown?
Spiderwort and blue siberian turn mine around.
Blues and yellows trade effect — like my highs and lows
So naturally it goes,
Spring colors in procession…