"People from a planet without flowers
would think we must be mad with joy the whole time
to have such things about us."
~Iris Murdoch, A Fairly Honourable Defeat

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Safe Haven


Standing under the Flowering Pear tree this morning without giving you the sound and the fragrance too, does not show the completed picture of what nature was offering . First there was the sound of a thousand bees buzzing harmoniously while doing what they were made to do.., making love to the blossoms. Then the fragrance.., filling the garden with the sweet scent of honey. I suppose it was the pollen.., but it smelled like honey. What a heady combination it was.

Together with the morning sunlight I stood there looking up into the blossom filled tree and the world became a happier place than it had been all week.


The Grape Hyacinth is blooming and the flowering Quince, bought last year, has a few blossoms on it. My first tulip has opened up. It's a green one with pink tips. Very unusual and , although I planted red ones too, I bought these because I thought they would be beautifully different. They are. I love this one.

Carl was watching the goats.., wishing he could herd them around a bit. He would bark and they would just look at him and then go right on eating the wonderful new grass. Freckles always thinks that the grass on the other side of the fence is greener. Brownie never even looked up...


When I drove home from "C"s Wednesday night I was being chased by a huge storm. I left Sacramento just as this storm started moving across the Central Valley. When I got ahead of it out on Florin Rd. I pulled over and took this picture of some beautiful horses against the stormy sky to the west. The green grass, the dark sky, the mustard flowers( a bright yellow streak in the distance) and the curious horses wondering what I was doing was a perfect photo shoot.

I beat the storm home and just as I pulled into the garage, the wind came and the hail started.

What does home mean to you? For me it's a safe haven from the storms of my life. It's being greeted by The Prospector and the Pupster. As always.., it was so good to be home and as we quieted down to listen to the intensity of the rain falling outside ,we sat on the sofa with Carl between us, and cried for our old dog that had to leave us. Now she is buried at the top of the hill above the orchard but her spirit will always be curled up on the floor next to us in our living room.

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6 comments:

ClassyChassy said...

I am so sorry about your poor old dog - if you are like me, there are always special furry friends in your life that you will forever miss especially during certain moments in time. Love the flowering tree pictured - it is so nice to look at while we're still waiting for our snow to melt!

Sue said...

What an erie and really provoking photo that you took of the stormy skies! Glad you made it home before it all hit. Wish I was back in the Sierras- It's been a year since I was last in Mariposa. It's still so cold here. I live for sunny days and the heat of the sun! LOL hugs, Sue

Julie Whitmore Pottery said...

Thats the most forlorn feeling, to come home and your old friend is not there to greet you.
Connie that is a beautiful picture with the horses. Can almost smell that air

xx

Heidi Ann said...

I found this post very moving.
And the photograph of the horses is astoundingly beautiful.

Laura ~Peach~ said...

home is everything good and safe peace and grits :D

Anonymous said...

I may be a "Drama Queen" but you have the soul of a POET. A few more tears have been shed for you and Maggie. ~ Dawn