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Saturday, April 2, 2011

Today On Saturday


I love Saturdays, don't you? Today is a nice one.
We hit 88 degrees yesterday. I left windows open last night
and I already have the doors and windows open. It won't last
though. How many times have I trusted April and planted my
garden on days like today.
I will not be lulled into jumping the gun.

I just love this color and I wish they smelled like Wisteria.
I don't think they smell much like anything but dirt. I was reading
through Pilgrim at Tinker Creek by Annie Dillard.
She wrote this in her book and I have thought about it a lot this week.

" Long racemes of white flowrs hung from the locust trees. Last summer
I heard a Cherokee legend abut the locust tree and the moon,
The moon goddess starts out with a big ball, the full moon,
and she hurls it across the sky. She spends all day retrieving it; then she shaves a slice from
it and hurls it again, retrieving, shaving, hurling and so on. She uses up a moon a month,
all year. Then, the way Park Service geologist Bill Wellman tells it, " 'long about spring
of course she's knee-deep in moon-shavings, " so she finds her favorite tree, the locust
and hangs the slender shavings from its boughs. And there they were, the locust flowers,
pale and clustered in crescents."

My grand mother's trees are next door, and this time of the year the old, old trees are full
of Wisteria and then as the purple changes into white the old, majestic locust tree starts to bloom and the tree becomes purple and white and the smell is like what I hope heaven smells like.

When I was a little girl and I would play under the trees and the
flowers would be dripping off of the locust tree and I would pick them
and take them to my grand mother, she would always say, " Don't pick
them Kim, because locust blooms last on the tree. " I would pick
a few then to put them in my play house to be the perfume that made
it pretty. I just touch them but I don't pick them now.

My flowers are all starting to wake up now. All of the ones
that greet the spring and then will be gone to make room for
the summer flowers who are much tougher I think. You can
pick those and bring them into the house.

It is Saturday and I have chicken coops to clean and
lots of things to get finished before the morning is gone.
I hope your day is just lovely,
~Kim~

14 comments:

  1. That's odd, this update isn't showing up on my blogger dashboard.

    Anyway, yeah, I went and put on a nice summery dress this morning, then happened to check the radar, and it's supposed to be cloudy all day. But doesn't it smell so good outside? It's that sizzly smell of summer mixed with the stuff blooming still. I'm on a quest for strawberries today, since the store didn't have any yesterday, so it's off to the farmer's market today. I'm thinking of taking pictures there, since they always have such neat stuff. :-)

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  2. Oh, our Wisteria smells wonderful. Although I'm not a fan of the big fat mess it's been making. :) Today is a lovely Saturday! I hope we get to play outside all day. Have a great day!

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  3. Have a lovely day playing in your garden. I can't wait until I can sleep with the windows open. My teeny tiny tulip sprouts (1 inch above ground lol) are covered in white again. Luckily we only had an inch of snow and then freezing rain. Guess the 10 inch forecast was an April fool.

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  4. I loved the story of the moon goddess!

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  5. Heavenly photos...sure wish they were scratch n' sniff! {grin} I want your time zone...my morning is 'bout gone and I have yet to accomplish much of anything at all! Oh, woe is me.

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  6. I just love the smell of wisteria. We don't have any at our house but we do have jasmine, which I like just as well:) Have a great day, I enjoyed your photos!

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  7. What a good idea Jacque had...scratch and sniff photos! Wish they were!

    And 88 degrees! We dream of that mid-summer here on the Isle of Lewis...x

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  8. I remember when I was a girl, we were allowed to go barefoot when the locust trees were blooming!
    I'm anxious to get in my garden too...it's easy to jump the gun, isn't it?! :)

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  9. Once again I am lolling in the beautiful words and pictures you share of a warmer reality. Soon. Yesterday was a promising 68 degrees. We spent all day out in the sunny goodness. Today, right now it is spitting snow! Well, that's spring. And it just helps us to appreciate what is coming that much more. Blessings, Debbie

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  10. It is 85 here...windows open also...just loving it. I love your flowers and your story. What a precious story on your grandmother..the flowers are just beautiful.

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  11. It was between 40 and 50 here today and wet! It's supposed to warm up tomorrow and I'm SO ready for it!

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  12. It turned cold and windy here today, but it was sure warm the last couple of days. I thought I was going to have to turn the a/c on yesterday! Your header photo is wonderful, although my little garden sure pales in comparison :-)

    Have a wonderful Sunday, and thanks so much for your continued prayers for Jordan.
    Blessings,
    Marcia

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  13. Wonderful stories and memories! Perfect for a Saturday.

    Teresa

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  14. This is such a refreshing post, Kim, and the memory of your grandmother is so wonderful. I don't think I have ever smelled the blooms from a locust tree, and now will seek one out at the nursery.Your photos are always so beautiful. We will hit 80 today, but extremely windy, I am longing to be able to work everyday in the garden.
    Hugs,
    Sue

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