A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting—sings!
Whose galleries—are Sunrise—
Whose Opera—the Springs....
That everlasting—sings!
Whose galleries—are Sunrise—
Whose Opera—the Springs....
-Emily Dickinson
Everything is alive here- sprouting and swaying and singing. It's all just so... alive. I'm not sure why, but this spring has brought so much reassurance for me. I've heard her opera of hope: we may be facing chaos, but God is on His throne and He has a plan. Just look at the roses and tell me He doesn't. The Everlasting still sings.
Is this not just the most beautiful, Secret Garden-like place you've ever seen? It's Whippoorwill Gardens in Cass County, Texas. I went not long ago, and we wandered around until it clouded up and threatened rain. I want something like this- these rooms of roses and fountains, I told him. I want something like this at the new place.
Speaking of, so far, still so good on the new house. We're on schedule to close May 9. I'm in this alternate world right now of gardens and paint colors and flea markets and list making. And how wonderful that it's all happening in spring, with all her galleries and operas and whippoorwills!
We're so blessed to be talking gardens and houses. The Everlasting... He still sings.
2 comments:
You GROW girl!!!
Such a lovely place. I too love rooms in a garden. I am settling for a different type of room, a tiny back yard with spaces for different activities. It works, and I am using potted plants for "walls."
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