Roaming in Gardens

March has been an impatient and sunny month waiting for good things to grow without water. It has been a month of poetry sprouting from dreams far from maddening crowds and words creating a universe for us to wait in.

It has been a month of growth, of new seeds rising through the surface and lines being drawn on blank canvases. There has been love; love for green things bending their leaves to meet the warm sun, and cheerful prayers whispering: “Grow! Grow! Grow!”.

There has been sleepy cats craving independence and time of togetherness. There has been cottage gardens and yellow flowers, port wine and polka dot pots of basil, bookshops and moonrise kingdoms.

All in all it has been a month where dreams and aspirations have risen to the surface and outgrown and outshone reality. But maybe that is what we need in a world that, for many, no longer feels like home.

Whispers of Spring

February has been a month of celebration filled with birthday cakes, boxes of chocolate and early mornings steeped in rose.

There has been flirtatious violets, swoonworthy romances and sunny windows catching dreams and turning them into books.

There has been pictures of Italy, poems of fire and beauty, and cranky creepy crawlies waking up from winter’s sleep.

There has been music; happy tunes awash in daisy blues, dragonflies bewildered by city hues, and imaginary walks with imaginary dogs.

All in all, it has been a month of tiny whispers of things to come, to grow, to bloom. After all, “to wait” means that something good is coming your way.