“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.”
~Robert Louis Stevenson, (1850-1894) Scottish writer
There is an old crabapple tree in our yard. I suspect it is at least 40 years old. Each year we contemplate taking it down to avoid our yearly battle with apple scab. And yet, every spring when this tree blossoms and plays host to its variety of birds we decide to keep it around for another year. I simply refuse to remove a tree that continues to make me smile!
“Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound. By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become radiant of beauty. There seem to be two sides of this world, presented us at different time, as we see things in growth or dissolution, in life or death. And seen with the eye of the poet, as God sees them, all things are alive and beautiful.”
~Henry David Thoreau, (1817-1862) American essayist, poet, and practical philosopher; author of the book, Walden
Fungi: Mother Nature’s recycling system
“The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.”
~Jean Giradoux (1882-1944) French playwright, novelist, and diplomat
The selection of perennial plants for a Minnesota garden can prove a challenge. Gardeners must always keep in mind that plants will have to survive the cold of our winters. Every spring when my P.J.M. Rhododendron blooms again my heart does a little dance. It is a welcome reminder of the warmer and more colorful days ahead.
“The universe is composed of subjects to be communed with, no objects to be exploited. Everything has its own voice. Thunder and lightning and stars and planets, flowers, birds, animals, trees — all these have voices and they constitute a community of existence that is profoundly related.”
~ Thomas Berry (1914-2009), Catholic priest of the Passionist order
(Quote via ourhabitatgarden.org)
The Northern Flicker is a woodpecker that often excavates nest holes in dead or diseased trees. As I strolled my property I heard, and then discovered, one hammering on a dead tree. I hoped that a nest was being built! It turned out that this handsome bird was not in the market for a home, but I did get a chance to take a few photographs.
“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
~ Henry David Thoreau, (1817-1862) American essayist, poet, and practical philosopher; author of the book, Walden
The Hepatica wildflowers have poked their way up through the remains of last fall. Spring has truly arrived in northern Minnesota.
“The flowers of late winter and early spring occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size.”
~ Gertrude S. Wister, (1905-1999) Award-winning Horticulturist
Crabapple tree blooming in a country field.
“Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains; another, a moonlit beach; a third, a family dinner of pot roast and sweet potatoes during a myrtle-mad August in a midwestern town. Smells detonate softly in our memory like poignant land mines hidden under the weedy mass of years. Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth.”
~Diane Ackerman (1948- ), A Natural History of the Senses
(Quote via quoteland.com)
A lovely cow sniffing the fresh blooms of spring.