Waking early and staring out the bedroom window as the sun rises gives me a garden with shades of green and rich black soil moist from the spring rain. The weeds and plants appear different only due to color tones of green.
I was disappointed as I sat looking at the window only seeing green that morning but a tiny hint of color pushed me to get dressed and venture out in the yard. Once there I was delighted with rich color, and texture unseen from my window.
There was the bright pink turning blue as the Bluebells opened up,
I found the shiny red of rhubarb stems waiting to be made into pie in another week or so.
There was the deep red sitting just above the mud at the base of the wild ginger plant with the furry green leaves on top.
There was the frilly early leaves touched with red around the peony bud.
There is so much more to find when you walk in the middle of life. Sitting watching from a window doesn’t give you a true picture of what the world can be like.
One needs to step into the garden to find the true spring colors. They can be hidden to the causal viewer, the viewer at the window or the one who stands on the deck refusing to walk into life. We need to get our boots on and head into the mud to really catch the richness of the world around us.
So find your rain boots or an old pair of shoes will do. Then head out and take a look around.