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The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. ~Robert Frost


Oh, yes. I know. April in the Shenandoah Valley is up and down and all around. Some days are heavenly blue and balmy. I ache to capture the beauty, and can’t bear to come inside from the garden.

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Daughter Elise brings her camera over, but even her talent cannot totally convey the beauty. A wash of rich green spreads from the yard down across the meadow. Tender new leaves flushed with rose blend in with the many shades of green in the woods on the hills behind our farm. Daffodils, tulips, Virginia bluebells, lilac, pears, bridal veil spirea…beloved blossoms return as old friends to color the trees and flower beds. Wild flowers star the roadside and the creek bank. A wonderland. On those days, we are like ‘The Shire’.

spring flowers in the Shenandoah Valley

Other days are cold, gray, and windy–as if the Norsemen are coming in their dragon-headed ships. Or the furious wind fairies are gathering to attack, as our resident fairy expert, my niece Cailin, would warn. Soft rains are gentle and sooth the earth. Animals, plants, and people hunker down on the chill-you-to-the bone blasting kind of days. Spring is ‘right mixy’ to quote a local country woman.

Beauty of Apeldoorn tulips
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month. ~Henry Van Dyke

The sun has come out… and the air is vivid with spring light. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything. ~William Shakespeare

The front door to springtime is a photographer’s best friend. ~Terri Guillemets

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A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
~Emily Dickinson

A wizard must have passed this way
Since—was it only yesterday?
arrangement of violets in an old lavender bottleThen all was bare, and now, behold,
A hundred cups of living gold!
~Emma C. Dowd, “Daffodil and Crocus,” in Country Life in America: A Magazine for the Home-maker, the Vacation-seeker, the Gardener, the Farmer, the Nature-teacher, the Naturalist, April 1902

(Elise made an arrangement of violets in an old bottle we found on the farm)

It’s spring! Farewell
To chills and colds!
The blushing, girlish
World unfolds
Each flower, leaf
And blade of sod—
Small letters sent
To her from God.
~John Updike, “April,” A Child’s Calendar, 1965

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(An arrangement in our kitchen window by Elise. All images by Elise)

Spring: the music of open windows. ~Terri Guillemets

***Many of our flowers are heirlooms.

April in the Garden


jonquils and Virginia bluebells April 2014April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go. ~Christopher Morley, John Mistletoe

It’s spring fever.  That is what the name of it is.  And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!  ~Mark Twain

The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world!
~Robert Browning

***To this I would say, at least, in the garden, all’s right with the world.

tulips and daffodils April 2014

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.  ~Hal Borland

Where man sees but withered leaves,
God sees sweet flowers growing.
~Albert Laighton

That God once loved a garden we learn in Holy writ.
And seeing gardens in the Spring I well can credit it.
~Winifred Mary Letts

bluebells and tulips April 2014


And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant”

The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun’s kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze.
~Julian Grenfell

white bleeding heart

Our spring has come at last with the soft laughter of April suns and shadow of April showers. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens

Every April, God rewrites the Book of Genesis. ~Author Unknown

Well-apparell’d April on the heel
Of limping winter treads…
~William Shakespeare

tulips in the garden-April

Spring has returned.  The Earth is like a child that knows poems.  ~Rainer Maria Rilke

The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
~Robert Frost

Elise tulipsI think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring.  Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?  ~Edward Giobbi

April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.  ~William Shakespeare

A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
~Emily Dickinson

The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.  ~Bern Williams

***Images of tulips, jonquils, Virginia bluebells, white bleeding heart by Elise

Quotes from ‘The Quote Garden’: http://www.quotegarden.com/

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A Beloved Classic–The Wind in the Willows


In the spring my thoughts return to one of my all time favorite books, The Wind in the Willows.  A particularly lovely blue sky day in spring or early summer is a ‘Wind in the Willows Day.’  A few of my favorite quotes.

“The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.”
The Wind in the Willows
Rainer Maria Rilke

“Beyond the Wild Wood comes the Wide World,” said the Rat. “And that’s something that doesn’t matter, either to you or me. I’ve never been there, and I’m never going, nor you either, if you’ve got any sense at all.”
The Wind in the Willows

The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spell-bound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babbling procession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the earth to be told at last to the insatiable sea.
The Wind in the Willows

“There is nothing–absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”
Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!”

“I beg your pardon,” said the Mole, pulling himself together with an effort. “You must think me very rude; but all this is so new to me. So – this – is – a – River!”
“The River,” corrected the Rat.

“After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.”

Spring Is Bursting Out All Over


Not long ago at all we were adrift in seemingly endless snow.  Only last week evidence of the white stuff still hung on in shaded places.   And then, as if by magic, spring is here.  I realize there are still chilly days yet to come and we could have some late season snow, but new life is all around us.   I heard a meadowlark trill today, my favorite song bird, and that makes it official.

Even the wooded hills above the meadow are flushed with the barest hint of rose as tender leaves bud out.   In my yard and garden the early bulbs are in bloom and tulips, daffodils, hyacinths…are up and growing so fast each day makes a difference, almost like time lapse photography.  I’m always a little wary of too much growth too soon for fear a heavy frost will zap those plants lured out before their time.   Despite that inner caution, on days like this, I can only rejoice in the glorious warmth and wonder that is spring in the lovely Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.

Eons ago, another life time really, when my oldest daughter, now a young mother herself, was quite small, she chose snowdrops as her thing to plant.  Only a dozen bulbs or so came in that order from the bulb company, but we set them out faithfully and wow, how they’ve spread over the years and what delight they bring in the late winter.  Snowdrops and snow crocus are the absolute earliest bulbs to bloom for us and so reliable.   Yes, even in the snow.  But that’s not a requirement.  They will bloom without it.  The dwarf purple iris that we’ve also had forever are hard on their heels.  And if there’s any flower more cheery than violas, I can’t imagine what it is.  I love the little pansies best of all.  ‘Heartease’ they used to be called and I can see why.  They gladden the heart, and they were used in love potions.

“Every spring is the only spring – a perpetual astonishment.”  ~Ellis Peters

“The seasons are what a symphony ought to be:  four perfect movements in harmony with each other.”  ~Arthur Rubenstein

“It’s spring fever.  That is what the name of it is.  And when you’ve got it, you want – oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ” ~Mark Twain

“Awake, thou wintry earth –
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!”
~Thomas Blackburn, An Easter Hymn

“The year’s at the spring
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hillside’s dew-pearled;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven –
All’s right with the world!”
~Robert Browning

“Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.”  ~Virgil A. Kraft

“And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.”
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, “The Sensitive Plant”


“The naked earth is warm with Spring,
And with green grass and bursting trees
Leans to the sun’s kiss glorying,
And quivers in the sunny breeze.”
~Julian Grenfell

“I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring.  Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?”  ~Edward Giobbi

“Spring has returned.  The Earth is like a child that knows poems.”  ~Rainer Maria Rilke

“If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.”  ~Terri Guillemets

“The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.”  ~Bern Williams

“Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; To-day the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare;
I know no thing so wondrous fair, No miracle so strangely rare. I wonder what will next be there!”
~L.H. Bailey

“First a howling blizzard woke us,
Then the rain came down to soak us,
And now before the eye can focus –
Crocus.”
~Lilja Rogers

In springtime, love is carried on the breeze.  Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by your head.  ~Terri Guillemets

*Pics taken in my yard today, except for the daffodils which is one of last years.