Tuesday
“Miss Edie” said it was going to rain-according to her arthritis. She was right. It started before the early service and it rained all day. It was a steady rainfall that maintained a soothing rhythm, all day. This rain would have been quite suitable for sleeping or watching an old movie. I was quite sure I could have written a charming piece, under such conditions. None of that was to be, but the rain was lovely just the same. I remembered Mama always said “April showers bring May flowers.”, when I was a child.
On account of the cool, rainy day, we had soup for supper. It was a hardy vegetable beef variety and it is likely, that it may have been, the last soup of the season, as we do not eat soup in warm weather.
Wednesday
A silvery fog was settled over the rabbitpatch when I woke, on Wednesday morning. The sun looked like a silver dollar, when it rose from behind the old barn. The territory looked like a black and white photograph that could have graced the cover of Pops’ beloved “Progressive Farmer” magazine , many springs ago.
By mid morning, the sky was a very bright blue and the sun was shining boldly. A child brought me a handful of clover flowers and I breathed the scent of them deeply. I love the sweet, green fragrance of the clover. Though, a patch of clover is the most likely place I know of, to get a bee sting, (for honey bees love the clover, too) , I am always happy when the clover blooms. I was never too keen on making necklaces and crowns, from them, as most children are. It is a tedious work, but my cousin, “Cookie”, was quick about it, and she made crowns for the both of us, while I searched for four leaf clovers, to press in heavy books. Even today, I am apt to do so.
When the clover blooms, the evening air is especially sweet.
Thursday
When I was pulling out of the drive way, this morning, I noticed “Miss Sylvias’ Irises” were blooming. They are a delicate lavender, and always remind me of watercolors. Miss Sylvia was the first person, I met when I moved to the “Farm Life” community, now twelve years ago. She came to welcome me and presented me with a cookbook, which is a collection of recipes from the women in the community. Most of the dishes are “made from scratch” and the book quickly became my favorite one on the shelf in the kitchen.
Miss Sylvia has been gone a year now. When I see her irises, I remember when she played my piano at Christmas and sat in the shade with me in July. I remember the stories she told me about the former days at the place I now call the “rabbitpatch”, but mostly I just miss her friendship.
Also blooming, along with the iris, are the wild roses in the woodlands. They clamor the nearest tree and act like a garland of fragrant pearls. Now, the vines cascade along the woodlands’ edges and sway so gracefully. The blossoms are clusters and do not favor their “high society” cousins found in tended gardens, but they are lovely enough to make you want to write a poem.
Now that the evenings are milder, they beckon to me, like a long lost friend to come out to bid the world good night. With the moon, almost full, the countryside looks bathed in a holy light-and just glancing at the mighty heavens, dispels fear as good as anything I know of.
Dear Diary, I am so glad it is April when the wild roses bloom. I am glad for clover and moonlight . . . and memories of a friend, who gave me irises to plant.
Beautiful!
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Every plant thata friend gave is special. Enjoy the moonlight!
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I so agree-thank you!
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Such glorious ways to contemplate the beautiful friends who welcomed you to the rabbit patch. April is so full of new promise in Nature. 🌼🌼🌼
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you are so right. I so love April I hope yours was beautiful!-and now Happy May! love Michele
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I’ll try again later..everything just disappeared
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I love the way you notice everything around you and weave it into what feels like a magical story. What a gift you have to look at life that way. I love entering your world every time you write a post. That soup you wrote about sounds delicious, too.
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thank you-you too are a weaver-even this dear comment was like a woven warm blanket of kindness thank you so much!
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You wrote that on Wednesday you breathed the scent of the clover deeply and commented that honey bees love clover too. I’m dying to know the connection between those facts and Lyla’s name for you. This was another of your very peaceful posts that mean so much to me.
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I became “honeybee” because of a silly verse I used to say to her She laughed everytime even as a fussy infant-I made it up of course, and there was a line, “You are my little flower, and I’m a honeybee” it stuck and I love hearing that name everytime now! and honeybees really do love clover-I was stung every other day, as a child! haha! thank you sweet Anne! love Michele
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I’m so glad to know this important part of your history.
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This is one of your best, Michele. Thank you!
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oh thank you Jenny! this comment made my day! How nice of you to say so-thank you.
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My pleasure, Michele!
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And I am glad that the posts I read today celebrated spring and reminded me that as surely as the wondrous season make it to your Rabbit Patch, it will find Craig, CO as well.
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oh it will! I hope it is soon!
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An other nice and sweet read and now that I know that April rain brings may flowers I have great expectations for my garden😉❤️
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I so hope your garden gives you much beauty. thank you my dear friend-love Michele
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I just finish 2 days if painting and gardening under the rain😱I hopes after the aches and pains comes the joy😉🌺
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oh I hope the joy is quick and everlasting! love Michele
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Oh Michele, you make me anxious for our wild roses to bloom in the ditches. There is hope….warmer days have arrived and the first barn swallow scouts have made their appearance on our farm.
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Spring sure took its time this year-but you all must have set some records! I hope your spring is beautiful and full of roses! love Michele
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While we have not had the best of weather in April, to me it still represents the promises of spring….The beauty of nature, and the warmth and healing nature of the sun …. Diane
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I agree-nature is beautiful in any form and rhythm. thank you Diane and Happy spring love michele
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I love how a child brought you a clover bouquet. ❤ We also don't eat soup in the summer…three seasons we live on it and then I have to scramble to figure out things to feed the children! : D
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