SADHVI SEZ: THE EVERLASTING JOY OF POPPY'S

5 years ago
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SADHVI

After all the changes in the weather over the last month, I can see signs of spring all over and there is no turning back now – well actually, our last frost date is the middle of May, so I’m thinking there will be some cold yet to come…but, the momentum has started!

We've dug up and moved the Firethorn over there, and are planting new roses here, and trimming back the raspberries, and the gooseberries, and the butterfly bushes, and cleaning up the yard, as if we too are waking up from the winter like the plants.

I have some poppy seeds and now is the last chance for me and you to plant them in order for them to bloom this year.

"POPPY'S IN MY GARDEN"

With all the stuff that seems to be going in the wrong direction (i.e. that Monsanto/GMO rider that got signed by President Obama this past Tuesday (that the media has yet to do much reporting on, bless their hearts!) to protect them from being sued EVER if someone gets sick from eating GMO food...y'know, little things like that), it's nice to know that by simply bending over and putting some tiny seeds in the ground where there is plenty of sun, covering them with dirt, patting them down and making sure they stay watered, that such a lovely thing will grow and bring us such pure joy, the kind of joy that won't be affected by the ever increasing stupidity on the planet.

To close, here's a poem that I found from over a hundred years ago for you to enjoy today: Happy Spring! IN A POPPY GARDEN by Charles Francis Saunders (1902) Upon a summer's day, when the noon-tide air       Was dreamy with the languor of the heat, The poppies of my garden stirred to speech. "Master," they seemed to say, "we bring thee gift Of sleep, and, in sleep's hand, forgetfullness Of the world's smallnesses and petty prides, That, waking, thou mayest have a freer heart For life's nobilities."   .    .    .    . Then I awoke. Pray God, the dream come true.
"WHITE POPPY AND SALLY CHICKEN"
 


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