“And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.” ~ Oscar Wilde
Good morning, sweet souls. On these cold winter days, do you walk about your garden checking to see what may be bursting through the soil? If so, do you ever hear faint whispers? If not, perhaps you are not listening, because I can assure you the gardens are whispering.
Now do understand, I have not gone completely around the bend, or at least I don’t think I have. But sometimes, my garden even shouts at me, almost like an unruly child. Just the other day, I was noticing some of my peonies are beginning to poke their pink aspargus-like shoots, upward through the soil. When I turned to cover them with a bit of fine mulch, I heard “You should not be concerned about me. Have you seen your crazy ‘trumpet girls’ (daffodils) over in your secret garden? They are up and have blooms set on them, we have begun to question their mental status. They are so boisterous and are disrupting my sleep. I do wish you would get them under control.” It appears peonies have heard the term, “Queen of The Garden,” so often they believe it.
“Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration…in the very teeth of winter.” ~ Louise Beebe Wilder
My plants not only whisper to me, but they also whisper to each other. Often, their whispers can sound rather snobbish. Take the snowdrop for example, “Look at us, we are up and blooming in the snow. We are gutsy and unlike those trumpet girls, the snow does not burn our blooms. And, te-hee, te-hee, it will be months before the Queen’s bloom.”
Deep sleeps the Winter, Cold, wet and grey; Surely all the world is dead; Spring is far away.
Wait! the world shall waken; It is not dead, for lo, The Fair Maids of February
Stand in the snow!
“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks. ~ Tennessee Williams
Many gardeners are not fans of wildflowers. For me, it is a question of the particular wildflower. Every now and again, nature blesses the garden of the gardener with a special gift. Such as wild violets. Wild violets are abundant in these West Virginia hills and last spring they graced our garden.
These dear little plants do more than whisper to me, as I remember going with my mom to gather wild violets on many a cold spring morning. I had to be careful where I walked, as you didn’t want to step on one. The reason we gathered these precious flowers was not for the reason you may think. We gathered them because mom made violet jelly. A delicious treat on toast or biscuits.
“Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” ~ Mark Twain
“Or columbines, in purple dressed Nod o’er the ground bird’s hidden nest.” ~ William Cullen Bryant
In closing, I also hear whispers from plants that once resided in our garden. One is the lovely columbine. Don’t ask me why she no longer lives in our garden. I don’t really have an answer. But I can tell you I miss her and will have her again, come spring. Columbines have a lovely nodding bloom and come in a variety of colors. The pink, yellow and blue are my favorites. When the three are grouped together they make a stunning planting. Such pretty girls.
“The columbine … is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observed that the more shaded plants were always the tallest.” ~ Dorothy Wordsworth
Dear friends, I hope you have enjoyed your visit this morning.
Have a beautiful day
As you stroll through your garden, listen closely ~ “you will understand.”
A sweet whisper of spring.
Images: vis tumblr and Pinterest
Note: Cicely Mary Barker, 1895-1973 was an English writer and illustrator, known for a series of fantasy illustrations depicting fairies and flowers. Barker’s art education began as a young girl with correspondence courses and instruction at the Croydon School of Art. Her earliest work included greeting cards and juvenile magazine illustrations, and her first book, Flower Fairies of the Spring, was published in 1923. Similar books were published in following years.