1) Change is the constant we can count on….
Every hour, every day, the garden changes. Every season, every year, it presents itself differently. Time to introduce you to the many new late-spring faces in Karinaland. They are looking at the world expectantly, with much joy, delight, innocence, and love – ready to play, offer nectar, be cherished, talked to, and develop capsules of seeds, be rocked in the wind. Spread their beauty. Can you see it? Waiting to be pollinated by all kind of insects, bees, hummingbirds, butterflies. What do you recognize in the flowers’ faces? Wonder fills my heart. I see my own spirit mirrored back to me, sensing kinship, as well as intriguing and mysterious otherness, feeling inspired. Often, I can’t help but erupt in sounds of admiration. Each face is utterly unique.
Plants are so inventive with their costumes and customs: colors, shapes, fragrances, textures, how they grow, climb, droop, cling, wind, hang, develop buds and then blossom. How from flower, fruit or capsules full of seeds metamorphose. How they distribute their seeds through stickiness or weightlessness, to be carried by the breeze or birds to new territory, lands and shores. For this they are willing to die. Plant beings are creative and adaptive, playful, curious and courageous. We humans just imitate. We try. At our best we are full of gratitude, praise and admiration, humbly letting ourselves be guided and nourished. In awe. Inspired.
Because of the massive historic rains this winter, my beloved nasturtiums have only started in the recent three weeks to celebrate their coming-out. In previous years they have shown up early February. Now patches with more sun exposure are exploding in magnificent colors. Despite drizzly fog this morning, a few flowers are now daring to come out from under the green umbrellas of huge (due to the rains!) nasturtium leaves. Their faces glow. So, the cascading over the terraces down the hill, is happening again to my delight. Beneath the thinning canopies of my live oaks – brought on by the long drought – a bounty of nasturtiums has been possible in recent years. How many different dresses can my nasturtiums come up with? Each shows off in another variation. All kinds of combinations of colors, shades, and patterns – truly amazing. Sweet fragrances, music of birds singing their new and old songs, buzzing insects, new life, all mingling...
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reminds me of the secret gardens i've dreamed of, where you are in a place that looks familiar, then suddenly you realize there is a hidden space, an opening and greenery that goes further back, opening and more lush - some of my favorite dreams. i remember the first time you guiding me through the garden and it felt that way.