Open it up and there unfolds new beginnings.
Today I woke to the sound of geese, sliding raindrops on my window though still quieter skies. And when I went out to inspect the branches of our trees, I chose a moment of solace between splashes of freak showers...
I was hoping to push it up to Ninian Sands, but Machidiel, Angel of March, whispered more celestial clemency tomorrow. So we shall see :).
In the meantime, I went to play in the garden!
I tied my prayer flags to the washing line (...what a better place?) as an offering to the world and watch them fly in northern style. I always promised myself I too would do this ever since I had written that poem, Lines, then published in Shetland Life by Malachy a few years ago. ...If they can survive the hissing winds across the Himalayas, am pretty sure they will endure our more maritime (through still windswept) climate. They dance so beautifully on Spring Day!
Wonderful sight :)
And then I went to check our trees.
Tystie always accompanies me when I go out in the garden. He, like Babooshka and Peewit, knows we usually play together with long grass stems... Our three feline musketeers just love it! Although Tystie has not figured out yet he'll have to wait a little longer before we can do that again... Never mind, I caught his tail under the willow trees. Sweet.
Until then, I'll ask Uriel to keep an eye in the garden and let it grow away from frosts or even snow! The world is being born again on this side of the equator. Let the Architect's Dream awake senses - my archangel's keeping a watch.
That's world music! :)))