Roses and perennials

The first roses of the season... "Climbing Collette".

Couldn't wait for them to fully open... 

This was yesterday.

And this today...  slowly opening up.  Just lovely!

 

The first bouquet from the garden...

 

 

White Japanese Snowball Viburnum for my white master room. 

Wish I could change the carpet for hardwood floors. 

My dream!

 

Outside looking in...

 

Rose bushes are heavy with supple buds ready to unfurl any day now... quite the opposite with all the lovely spring-flowering perennials already filling up the garden with color and so much joy. It's a jungle of love and shades and beyond belief beauty here... Ah yes, this is what I live for, and what sustains me during those long winter days...

These are lupines...
they come in many colors--blue, purple, yellow, red, pink and bi-color,
and they grow everywhere in my garden. 
Love them!

 

My friend Florencia gave me some iris roots last spring.

They're finally blooming this year. 

They're so lovely!

 

Salvias and Mexican evening primrose...

Oh and I had to show you my new gypsy bracelet!

I love the jingly sound the shells make when I move... ;)

Hope you have a lovely rest of week!

In the garden...

A cold font almost-like winter sweep across our valley this weekend. Winter is never too far away from us around here... always watching us; lulling us to sleep under soft white blankets, even in the heart of summer. It shadows always dancing too close to us, just in case we forget that this is where he lives... nevertheless, it's been lovely around here. The sun is shinning and the sky possesses that color of blue of the delphiniums.... so it is OK to be on the chilly side for a bit... just a bit.

I am glad that after much ponder and deliberation, I decided to give this table and its chairs a happy twist by choosing not just a color, but a rainbow of pastels... it is a happy sight and I am glad I chose to go that way...

All seasons are predictable, but not all are as magical as spring. A world that looks dead awakens and bursts with life. Ground that is bare sprouts snowdrops and crocuses. Birds and bird songs fill the air with the loveliest of music one can ever hear.  This sorcery is hard to beat.

And I too... I come to life in the spring, too. With my long skirts and my hair wild with petals, and the sun tugging at me, the way it tugs at the ground, resurrecting feelings that I have forgotten I had.

 

There's also a new Climbing Orchid Masterpiece rose growing against one of the garden's wall, on the east side—a gorgeous prospect for a wonderful show off—so I'm hoping.  And right on the center of the garden, around the big fountain, there's also a new rose bush growing there too—a lovely red double knockout. I can hardly wait to see this glorious little garden come alive with the magic of roses...petals petals petals of every color and fragrances... subtle fragrances, fragrances with notes of bergamot, grapefruit, orange, jasmine, and patchouli, fragrances so enchanting and intoxicated with the romance of the unusual... but I must wait... wait a little longer, for no roses are yet to be seen. Just the promise of abundance and colors and scents, for every single bush is heavy with supple young buds ready to open any time now.

Every hour is a new bird.  A new song.  A new hope and a pleasant reinforcement of all that's good, and beautiful and noble.

Then all of a sudden the garden turns prettier, and lovelier and a much more happier place to be...

 

There is so much love for this precious precious little girl.

 

 

 

 

She loves her new sandals...

 

 

And I so adore her ;)  

 

My heart is bursting with love... and this love gets bigger and fuller and more beautiful every single day. 

The Gypsy Caravan

If you've been coming here for awhile,

 

then by now you'd probably noticed how diverse I can be;

 

like a whirlwind; a case of multiple personalities...

 

as multiple and diverse, as my many blogs are...

 

And thus, there is the 'me' who lives in the house in the roses,

 

the dreamer who dwells in some mysterious woods somewhere,

 

the gardener, the witch, the gypsy and there's even a Mother Teresa too.

 

Well, OK, what can I say!

 

So here's to the gypsy me!

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, I had to have some roses too...

 

 

I have added some more luscious fabrics to my gypsy caravan;

a cute chandelier and some more baubles and bling for extra romance and fun...

 

 

 

 

 

I'm in love. Seriously. Madly. Deeply. 

Here are just a few shots of "The Cove"—our campgrounds last weekend...

soon after we arrived we we're enveloped by dusk...
 

The lake just a few steps from our trailer...

 

smooth and quiet

 

 as the earth prepared for a deep slumber.

And then... night.

 

The many wild animal sounds

 

Some familiar nocturnal noises,

 

such as the hoot of an owl or the sporadic chirping of crickets,

 

but also... the unidentified sounds after darkness

 

enveloping the land ever so mysteriously...

Safe inside... so lovely.

 

More soon! 

 

Hope you enjoyed our 'little' trip!

 

Cielo