Walking along Lake Michigan’s shores in Chicago Lincoln Park I was graced with the springtime explosion of these bright cheery blossoms. “Hope springs eternal”; but here spring brings forth eternal hope.
Took a walk this morning and was stopped still by these blossoms. They appear to be the treasured tuber-growing Dahlias. Their dainty charm requires that tubers be dug and preserved carefully during cold winters and replanted in the warming spring days.
The Dahlia you brought to our isle
Your praises forever shall speak
‘Mid gardens as sweet as your smile
And colour as bright as your cheek.
–Lord Holland (1773–1840)
Iris in light rain mimicking sadness at my father’s passing.
Faith sometimes wane during the grey days of winter. If springtime seems soooooooo long ago, I offer this image from 2016 to stir your thoughts. The Iris‘ violet flower takes backstage to its crisp green new leaves. Look closely to the flower’s petal on the far right and you’ll spot a newly emerged springtime grasshopper. The background echos the green hues with greening trees and a green tinge to the South Pond in Lincoln Park, Chicago.
Time is evidenced in this image showing that spring has been progressing rapidly. The Iris bloom appears to be one of the last of this season; the other blooms are dried and wilted. Iris is one of the first blooms after a long winter’s dormancy. Soon blooms will be displaced with prolific green progress.
Several posts ago I showed images of activities in Lincoln Park after our first measurable snowfall. Here is one more plus some photographs taken last spring. Quite a difference between the two seasons. Each season brings its own recreational happenings.
Tough and strong are not the usual adjectives used to describe Daffodils, yet they perfectly describe their nature. Their bulbs are considered lasting in the garden because they are ignored by squirrels who prefer to dig up tulip bulbs. My focus on these spring beauties is on their stem and flowers’ resilience. Warm days followed by snow are typical of Chicago’s springtime weather. This can test both the heartiest Midwesterner as well as spring blooming plants who all seek the warmth and cheer of springtime sunshine.
Over the years I have learned to resist running outside to rescue daffodils lying on the ground frozen in a coat of white. It seemed a kindness to cut them, place them in a vase filled with warm water, and set them nearby to ensure their beauty would last a few more days. I underestimated their resilience.
These images show their falling blooms under the weight of fresh snow and ice followed by their return to upright stance and brilliance the following storm-free day. This analogy serves me well when I feel that trials are weighing me down. They may melt away in time if I stay strong. This spring these blooms have survived three consecutive rounds of sun and snow followed by more sun. Wow!
Springtime represents many new, fresh things: rebirth, fresh starts, happier days, youth, hope. I have been negligent in my blog posts this winter due mostly to multiple major projects happening at the same time in my life. I am humbled finding that during my absense I have increased in “likes” and followers. I admit that your positive responses inspire me to keep posting since my purpose of this blog is to share nature’s wonders.
The Crocus in the foreground has appeared each spring in my posts. It was the first bulb planted when we bought our home 30 years ago and it faithfully brightens spirits when winter’s toll has me yearning for a sign of spring. This avid gardeners has planted more Crocus over the years. But this one old Crocus holds a special place in my heart each time it re-appears. Seeing an old, fathful friend offers a warmth that new discoveries cannot quite match.