Spring forth

Rains have come, not torrential,

just gentle drops saturating the soil

encouraging spring plants

to turn a verdant green

bringing life to the garden.

Buds on trees and shrubs that

will soon unfurl when sun arrives

and waves Hello! I am here

to welcome you once more.

Scillia’s have faded now to feed

its bulbs for next years carpet of blue,

as have Blood Root petals,

its leaves expanding for the summer.

Yellow Trout Lily’s are slowly blooming,

their delicate blossoms holding steady

despite the chill, allowing them to last longer.

Daffy’s already in bloom in my garden,

as well in drifts planted by the County

along well travelled roads, make me smile.

Twolips are up, stalks leaf wrapped

and buds ready to release their

petals of brilliant pinks and saffron colours,

gifting such needed highlights to the garden.

In less trodden areas, Forget-Me-Nots,

and Trillium have appeared, slowly,

holding their own in the slow release

and I appreciate their lengthening the season.

When I look skyward to tree tops

there is such a sign of hope,

a fuzzy green against a blue sky,

leaves soon to appear in full splendour

and this makes me very happy.

 

waiting for sunrays - haiku

 

before the blooming,

blood root petals wrapped in warmth

waiting for sunrays

reflecting sunshine - haiku

 sweetness of the earth

Yellow Trout Lily appears

reflecting sunshine

Being politically correct

 

I was not, or am, nor ever will be politically correct,

it is not my nature to bobby-head in agreement

when my mind and heart disagrees, it is not me

and never will be when I know better.

My experience, knowledge and dedication

to whichever volunteer organization I join

is with out question until the nattering begins,

that’s when I know it is time to bid adieu.

Why is it so difficult to volunteer in this town?

I chose three organizations, all I’m experienced with,

unfortunately two didn’t appreciate the “new kid”

as their minds and ways were decided 30 years ago.

The third, I was well received and truly enjoyed

participating as we were working for a common cause.

Until today, and now I am upset, struggling, pizzed off, 

and ready to say goodbye to all...

bouquet - haiku

 

to my friends I give

a bouquet from my garden

to replace lost blooms

NO EXIT

 

And through the storm of

ice, snow, rain, lightning and thunder,

it was not such a typical April day...

When the elements subsided

I ventured into my garden,

not prepared for the devastation

that laid before me, and I gasped.

Emotions ran high and low as I tiptoed

over branches and rising bulbs,

knowing my Eden that I had created

over decades no longer existed.

50 – 100 year old trees laid twisted,

shredded, crushing the border fence

that protected the garden, keeping it safe

or so I believed when building it just so.

I cried to the trees why?

Why have you given up on yourself

when I have cared for you all these years

pruned you, fed you, and loved you?

They did not answer as their

heart woods were laying in piles

of to be shredded wood,

their life ended in mulch and then forgotten.

In the week since I still wake in tears,

not wanting to open my eyes to reality;

my heart is broken as never before

and I struggle to repair the damage.

The trees gave shade from sun up til down,

cloaking the garden in coolness and soft breezes

providing a home just not for woodland plants

but birds and creatures to nest and rest.

Already I’m seeing the absence of song birds

making nests up on high, and squirrels

have shortened their stay to early morn

then they scoot to a neighbours feeder.

The Pond itself was created for shade,

its water remained clear all summer long,

but not this summer as my favourite

pond plants will not thrive in sun.

I believe I will replant, just not this year,

perhaps with more native trees and shrubs

including Acacia, I will always have Acacia,

strong, beautiful and the untouched trees.

For now there is NO EXIT,

I will continue repairing and cleaning up,

and only when tears are dried

and I regain strength, will I recreate

my Eden, never forgetting my original Eden.