It is a time of mystery and wonder in the Fairegarden. Flowers are blooming, twigs and branches are leafing and the animals that call the garden home are out and about. This squirrel jumped from the nearby silver maple to land on Free Bird, read about the mossy creature here. It was raining hard and I was inside the addition, sitting in the lazyboy and daydreaming. The movement caught my attention and I quickly grabbed the camera and started clicking. What the image does not reveal is that the squirrel was swaying to and fro as the rebar stake reacted to his or her leap onto the verdant landing pad. Yeeeeee-haaaaaaw!
In between rain events, for which we are ever so thankful, there have been miraculously clear mornings. The deciduous azaleas are blooming, the first one to open always is Rhododendron ‘Admiral Semmes’. For much more about these native flowering shrubs, click here.
In the midst of the Azalea Walk, the name for the bed where most of these shrubs reside, is the bluebird house. We have been watching the house hunting, the courtship and now the nest building phase of these much beloved birds. It looks like Mrs. Bluebird is doing most of the work!
In the Fairelurie garden in front by the driveway the planting of spring blooming bulbs is close to the dreamed of sea of blue. Camassia leichtlinii and Camassia cusickii, the lighter blue are large enough to be seen from the street. It is good.
Up at the shed, newly painted last year, the resident Carolina wren is ahead of the rest of the birds with the birthing process, feeding hungry babies now. At one time, these tiny but bold birds built a nest inside the shed that was so large it was feared that rats had moved inside. The story begins here, and is solved here. A photo sent to the local extension office waylaid our fears of rodent invasion, saying it was the work of the little wren. These wrens are always flitting about the shed and still get inside on occasion. The sweet birdhouse, a hostess gift from my dear friend Gail of Clay and Limestone seems to have met with their approval.
The colors of spring foliage is a wonder indeed. Erica carnea ‘Westwood Yellow’ anchors the block corner of the Yellow/White bed with aplomb.
Another wren, this time the little sweet singing Jenny wren, or house wren has made a maternity center in the acorn birdhouse, a gift from my dear sister in law, Lynn. Please forgive the poor quality of this shot, these birds are quite shy and I had to sit very far away to capture the comings and goings. If you think this photo is bad, you should see the discards.
The morning light reveals hidden wonders in the leaves of purple cabbages planted in the purple container.
Rays of sunshine bring out the pinkness of the Catesby trillium, Trillium catesbaei. The flower hangs downward, making photographing it in the usual manner impossible. The only way is to stick the camera under the bloom, click and hope for the best. It takes several tries to get a usable image.
Clicking is what we do when out in the garden, some might call it mindless clicking even. Trying to capture the beauty that the eye sees remains an unquenchable thirst. But on this special day, by the pond and the Fairy Garden area, someone graced us with her presence, showing pale blue in the lower right corner of the image. Miracles, mystery and wonder.
The title of this post was inspired by the genius poet and songwriter Paul Simon. At first I thought it was from the song , from the amazing album by the same name, but searching found it belonged to . Miraculous music, indeed.