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Hi I'm Laura Hickman. Writer, sewist, baker, fairytalemaker. When I'm not writing a delicious fantasy with my husband Tracy Hickman, I'm up to my elbows creating with yarn, frosting, cloth, or paint. I love playing with my grandkids, outdoor photography & travel. Join me at http:// bakingoutsidethebox.com as I share my creations including my Baking Outside the Box mix method for all sorts of fabulous desserts. Invictus by William Ernest Henley, is my favorite poem. Especially the final stanza: It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Bud to Bloom

It felt as though all the flowers and trees would stay tightly budded forever. As though nature (and I) were holding our breath waiting for winter to cease, without regard to the calendar. Things started to bloom despite the coldness and then I had to exhale and took in a deep breath of warm, sweet Springtime. There truly has been precious little sun (or) moon this spring, but I found a little to share with you.




These are the buds on my 'Twisted Lilac Redbud'. We planted it last June. I have been waiting an entire year for it to bloom. Please, Please bloom little tree.


Then I noted early one cold May evening, she began to open the edges of her blooms under the light of a distant moon.












And the next day she burst into bloom. Thank you little tree, you were worth the wait.






The Saturday before Mother's Day we accompanied friends to the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving point. It was warm and sunny and the company was delightful and the tulips were amazing. The buds above are lilacs. They bloomed this last week. I'll add a picture if I find a friendly lilac bush.








This picture now graces my computer background. Click on it to get a close-up. I love all the color striations in it. They look like brush-strokes.





1 comment:

  1. Exactly as I felt it - the skeletal traces against the sky didn't change and didn't change. I was convinced that half our trees had actually died. Then suddenly, I woke and the leaves, bare nubs so far above the ground had unfurled and were blocking the sky, so that the sun came down through them like day strained through the stained glass of great windows. All of sudden. Just like that. Amazing. Breath taking. Hope.

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