For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come. Song of Solomon 2:11-12 KJV
This verse seems to me to be about spring. It’s been set to music and years ago (in another life) I taught it to Primary Choir children.
Driving home yesterday this scripture kept coming to mind and I struggled to remember the exact words and the melody we sang.
I had spent the day at Couchwood, the home of my BFF Pat. The yard of the early-Twentieth Century home is beautiful this time of year, though I think this is the first time I’ve seen it in all its glory. We walked around the one-acre as I oohed and aahed at the gorgeous plants, many whose names I can’t remember today. Besides the pink dogwood, there was sassafras, snowball, pinks, morning glories and lambs ear … they are the ones I recall.
I would ask the name, Pat would tell me and perhaps give a little history. “Mom planted this iris bed … I don’t know how long ago.” The white blooms return faithfully every year. We were accompanied on our walk by the singing of a cardinal, high in one of the giant trees.
There is a reason why the yard at Couchwood is prettier than the one at Hatfield Haven (I just made that up). Pat loves to help it look good, I don’t particularly enjoy working in the yard. (I talk about that on July 14, 2010.) She gave me some lambs ear and fern-y looking plant and I dutifully followed instructions on how to put them in the ground.
I’ll let you know how that works out.
To read Pat’s poetry and prose visit www.patlaster.com.