Tuesday, April 18, 2017

“April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.”

~ William Shakespeare

April, you’re a chilly and wet one this year. I’m behind on where I’d like to be in the garden because winter held on so long and, more recently, because I dislike working outside in cool weather. Peas and spinach are slowly–oh, so slowly–coming along. The other day I transplanted lentice and sowed radishes in the potager garden in the back yard. I’m determined to plant arugula, kale, and more lettuce in the community garden plot this week. I’m watching the weather like a farmer waiting or the perfect opportunity.

Meanwhile the lilacs are forming, what will become, the loveliest and most fragrant of spring blossoms before too long. I captured a few images on the weekend and yesterday, when it was too cold for me to go outside, played with different edits. An added texture layer gave an old world look to these ones.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I always think of my precious mother when I see/smell lilac blooms. Best wishes with your garden. We no longer are able to have a veg. garden, but we do enjoy kale salad made fresh daily at a local bakery! So good for us too! Beautiful edits, as always. You are so very talented.

    1. Lilacs remind me of my mom too, Mildred, and my prairie Saskatchewan home where they grew in my grandma’s yard and ours. We are big fans of kale salad! I still have a bit left in the freezer from last year’s garden too. It’s good in soup. Thanks so much for your kind words about my photos.

  2. Oh My Goodness. I have no words.

    1. Karen, I appreciate your encouragement so very much.

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