Raindrops cling like crystal chandeliers to tender leaves emerging, as if to magnify the day's scant light. My feet fall soft on damp ground yet to be tilled and readied for the year's planting. Where winter weeds now sprawl tangled, soon heirloom tomato stalks will rise, towering over squash vines and bush beans. Cucumbers will teem crisp and fresh for crocks full of Mama's bread and butter pickles. Herbs will frame against the rocks, lending their fragrance to sultry summer evenings, as butterflies dance in pairs above purple plumes and roses of red velvet.
White blackberry blossoms will blanket wild, thorny canes announcing the coming of plump, glistening fruit... sweet but strong. Wild daisies of yellow and white will wave from the creek bank, my favorite of them all. Beneath the summer garden, the rushing spring creek, now cascading over rocks smooth, will slow to an easy drift.
While today it is but a vision of promise, still there is new growth to be found. The grapevine buds, and the old becomes new. Lilies of the Valley arrive adorned in a hush of water droplets. Daddy's purple iris spreads lush and vibrant with the pledge of blooms royal. And a first. Young peach trees offer introductory pink blooms after seasons of anticipation.
From humble beginnings, what now looks quite barren will yield shirt hems, sand pails and fruit baskets full of summer bounty.
Welcome to my garden.
Suz
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