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On hands and feet for a couple of hours. Now I can feel every single one of my 54 years!
It feels good.
And the garden rejoice with me.
Here I am God,
kneeling before You.
Examine my heart God,
show me Your will.
Here I am Lord,
joyful before You.
Reveal my need Lord,
show me Your will.
Mary Fleeson
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This is the first spring in my 54 year old life that I have a green house. It is without heathing though, so it has its limits. Still, it is spring and it is my green house.
It is heaven!
Peek inside. It looks charming, doesn´t it?
Garden dreams.
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When you live in a part of the world which is covered in snow almost half the year, spring is a new beginning. Every year is like waking up from a long Cinderella sleep.
Every year I am impatience to see more flowers, have warmer temperatures, for summer to come. At the same time I want every spring minute to last an eternity.
For months the garden has been white. White dreams. Dreams of a spring, a summer, an autumn to come. The circle of the year. The perfect circle.
Most of the snow has melted now, and every morning I am out to seek spring.
Spring. Sprang. Sprung.
Spring.
The season to fall in love.
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The garden is deep asleep, wrapped in a comfort cover of fluffy snow.
The snow has fallen all night, and as the wind has not arrived yet to play, peace rules.
It is a new year in The Blue Garden
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I have dirt under my nails again, and I love it. My fingers smell of abrodd (is that only a Norwegian name of a wonderful fragrant herb?????) and i love it. My garden muscles are sore after a sunny day out in the garden, and I love it.
The first primulas are blooming, AND I LOVE IT.
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Mary A. Robinson's Primulas. The Complete Guide was waiting in my mailbox when we came home from our week at the cabin, and I love it.
I bought myself a greenhouse for my birthday. It si a small one, but hopefully it has room for a lot of plants! It is still packed in cardboard and I don't know when we will be able to set it up. Meanwhile my plants find other places to grow.
A small paprika or sweet pepper seedling.
The small plant fills me with hope. With the new greenhouse I might even get ripe fruit some day.
You need patience, a lot of patience, if you want to follow the growth in a Nordic April garden. Still there is too much snow, but as it slowly melts, there are new signs every day that life is still living, deep in the soil somewhere.
Here a primula is forcing her way through the ice and snow.
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Can you imagine a world without colours? A world in black and white? Our first television set was in black and white. I still remember vividly the day we came to my parents after they had bought their first colour TV.
Yes, I can well imagine a television in black and white. But a garden? A garden is created to show off colours. To show the world in all its glory. A playground for God's rainbow.
Spring is late this year. My Nordic garden still has a lot of snow. But colour preparations have started. For the time indoors. I am seeding. And I am filled with hope......for a rainbowgarden to come alive.....
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With longer, milder days, the garden is coming to life. More so every day. The squirrel is a guest all year long, sharing the seeds with the birds. Soon he will be able to find the food he needs in the growing nature, but i guess, being invited over to our small bird seed restaurant makes him a bit spoiled. And I don't mind. I love having him here.
Last year a pair of skogduer (forest doves?) visited The Blue Garden for a couple of weeks in spring. The other day one of them was back. I spotted him through my livingroom window, and was lucky to have my camera at hand.
Several days of mild temperatures, and I am out with my teacup, with my coffee pot, with my book, and with myself.
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Sunny, bright, snowmelting and absolutely fabulous in the southers wall of The House in the Woods.
My camellia is moved out to enjoy the spring together with me, the biography about Gertrude Jekyll is filling my heart with garden dreams.
Life is perfectly good on a Nordic spring day.
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