Monday, May 14

the scent outside and in the house.

it is monday, another week of rain promised, i am not sure how i feel about that. I love the rain i kept saying to myself last week as rain fell from morning till night but slowly i felt burdened by it. as if i would not be able to catch up with all that had to be done. i stared at my cultivated piece of land, my empty flower bed while my mind never stopped thinking. finally sun came on saturday, i was up before it was and out before it fully found it's place in the sky. running to the hardware store, then the farmers market and library. once home i cut the grass that grows so fast, specially after all that rain, i made rows in the garden and chevron striped lettuce beds ( why not). i moved horse pasture and cleaned out the barn. Oh this is what life is supposed to be enough physical activity to silence the mind ( calm it).   finally lungs were wide open breathing in the purest air i could find, one smelling sweet of newly cut grass and then, a call came and just like that all the thoughts that began to quiet down fully erupted and came crashing down. life played itself as it had so often before making sure a piece of the pie was left for heartbreak. i wiped tears walked out underneath the trees where the dogs lay gave them big hugs and then i laid in the hammock under the birch trees staring high through delicate leaves to  blue, blue  sky as i slowly swayed from side i found my center. a few moments later my neighbor loulie came with a bouquet from her garden of forget me knots and lily of the valley, it was lovely. we sat underneath the lilac tree sipping freshly made hibiscus and orange peel ice tea as the sun began it's decent.  now i am here writing this down staring out at rain while the loveliest scent of lily permeates the room telling myself  i love the rain, i love the rain, i love the rain....

17 comments:

Sarah said...

Dear Nadia,
I do hope the rain and the lilacs are able to comfort you. Let the rain nourish the land and your soul.

xo Sarah

Nicole Franzen// La Buena Vida said...

Such a gorgeous place, green and lush. Great light, pretty magical :)

Valentina said...

Thank you for the wonderful pictures. I look at your timber and they remind me of our nature, the same road) is incredible ... I also love the quiet rain.

Cannelle Et Vanille said...

Lush!!!

Melissa said...

Gorgeous photos. I HATE the rain but love what it does for our gardens, yards, flowers. Sorry you had bad news.

The Oak Leaves said...

This was lovely. thanks.

We never can completely escape the down sides of life, even when living a dream...

Kerry O'Gorman said...

Yes sometimes the rain can be a bit much. Here on the West Coast at this time of year it makes everything so lucious but barely gives me a moment to catch up on the weeding! Lovely thoughts and photos as usual.

Sweet Life Farm said...

The lushness in your photos is reassuring, reminds me the forests I grew up in. That same blue, blue sky lay over me this weekend, like a comforter and a quilt of leaves wrapped round, swallowing me up with their light, and still so much sadness inside. How very thoughtful of the neighbor to bring you forget-me-knots. I just remembered I planted the seeds of forget-me-knots yesterday. Sending caring thoughts your way --- on bird wings and in the sparkle of raindrops.

withoutwordswouldyouknow? said...

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me

~by Mary Oliver


Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.

onesilentwinter said...

you are all so wonderful. the rain broke for a little while and now big clouds and large gust of wind are upon the hill. i love it all and feel so much better with your kind words and poetry.

the wild magnolia said...

the enchanted forest.

ALITA: said...

breathes peace in the photos and as you wrote in the previous post, many of us want to fulfill the dream of a peaceful place full of nature as they have gotten you and your spouse, you are a good sign that other dreams come true :

kimberly said...

I am sorry that it seems to be hanging on so long. We could use a bit but you know how grateful I am for the sun that we finally have after all of our rain this winter. It does however give your photos such a moodiness that is so very lovely~
big hug.
xx

David @ Frenchie and the Yankee said...

I love the rain! I do!
And lilies of the valley - the French May flowers.
Lovely.

Rebecca said...

Beautiful, sad, beautiful. I feel like I wanted to write something very similar today, but the sadness got in the way of the words. The rain is still coming down. It's lush and beautiful...but I was made for sunny days. I hope your week improves and the sun comes peeking out tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

Matt Inwood said...

I'm always so grateful that you leave that valve open -- the one that connects your thoughts and feelings (your soul) to the pages we read here. I could never expose mine in so fluid and generous a manner (even though I know you think I do). I could never show beauty so consistently as you do here. Never turn to so many things and see that beauty. I hope your sadness passes soon, but not the rain, for as long as it is that thing in which you find these words and pictures.

Distilled Eyes said...

Awesome pictures.
If I close my eyes I could hear the fog kissing the trees.