Yesterday the sky was an incredible blue - what we call Carolina Blue in
North Carolina. Cloudless, no wind, brilliant sunshine, and by mid-afternoon
the perfect, for me, temperature of 70F. I sat on the porch just to breathe
in the air. It felt hot through my too heavy clothes. Wandered the garden
taking photos of new shoots poking up, a few blossoms already on
the azaleas, leaves unfurling on the hydrangeas, tiny frilled buds on
the fig and Japanese maple trees.
Thoughts of a damaging frost come to mind these early pre-spring days.
It will get chilly at night, down to around freezing on Wednesday and
Thursday - fingers will be crossed.
Please be kind to our gardens Mother Nature.
........... and then last evening, as the sun went down, the bright moon
was framed in the branches of an oak tree, lighting the magnolia's
pink blossoms, turning the sky to different shades of blue.
A perfect afternoon became an even more perfect early evening.
We are all like the bright moon; we still have our darker side.
Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran


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