They come, they wake us.

pineapple guava buds

This afternoon was a healing balm, flowing from the mild-weather waking to breezes coming in at open windows, and Divine Liturgy on the Sunday of the Myrrhbearing Women. I was celebrating and extra-blessed along with all of the Marys and Susannas and Salomes, plus Joseph of Arimathea and Nicodemus. Our Sisterhood at church also counts this as our Name Day.

So after all the spiritual food and agape meal, when we finally arrived home, all three of us (my two housemates and I) spent some time out in the corner of the back garden enjoying the sun while working or reading.

The photo below was taken two weeks ago after a rain, but it gives the rare wide view. The table where we like to sit is off the picture to the right.

Kit talked to us as she added some emitters to the irrigation lines that serve the pineapple guava. Last summer many of its leaves got sunburned, probably because it wasn’t getting enough to drink.

At dusk I went around taking pictures as I seem to do most days. The abutilon is a somewhat gangly adolescent right now, and it was near impossible to take its picture with a nice scene in the background, but each bloom is exquisite, hanging down bell-like so that one has to point a face or camera skyward to see inside. This view is also toward the street, and the lightpole near the corner of my property.

If I stand near that light pole and point my camera back toward the house,
this is what I see:

Do you see the abutilon at the far left? I have yet to finish filling in the asparagus beds on either side of the walk, though I spent a few hours on the job last week. When that job is finally completed I plan to dedicate a blog post to the topic, but by then I might be too done with it all.

Here is one of the showy milkweeds I planted a week ago – I still have narrow-leaf milkweed to put in the ground, plus tomatoes, basil, succulents, pipevine…  Tomorrow is May 1st. When I took a look at the weather forecast for the next ten days, to see how hot it might get, I was quite surprised to read that we are expected to get more rain showers. This spring I have several times been mistakenly comforted in “knowing” that we have seen the end of rain. I guess it’s too soon to start leaving my tools and toys out of doors at night.

And now, a poem, which I posted at least once before — but it does seem like one that bears repeating, with its simple and obvious truth about days such as the splendid one that for me is coming to a close. For many of you, it is already the merry month of May.

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.

– Philip Larkin

13 thoughts on “They come, they wake us.

  1. I like that poem. Good poetry says only just barely enough, and not one word more. So much bad poetry I stop reading quite early because I can tell it’s rambly poetry, and it’s no good.

    I LOVE seeing the photos of your yard! That must be where your pool used to be — what a gorgeous expanse for you to enjoy now! I’m glad you have housemates there to chat with and help you.

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  2. It’s nice to get a glimpse of the house where you live, and your lovely yard. I don’t think I saw any grass anywhere. We didn’t have any either until my son and his family moved in with us and he wanted a small lawn to play with the kids.

    Happy month of May to you!!

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    1. Until nine months ago there was a lawn in the front yard. We had been letting it die because of the California drought, but it would revive with the winter rains. I used the sheet-mulching method to kill it last year so that I could install the kind of landscaping I liked. 🙂

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  3. Gretchen, You are correct about the typo in my e mail address. I’m not sure how that happened but now you have the right one. Thanks for letting me know.

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  4. It looks lovely Gretchen. it has really changed since you took out the swimming pool. I bet you love your nice peaceful garden filled with such lovelies. I love the front yard too. What a great job you have done.

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  5. Your garden is filling in nicely Gretchen. How much of a difference two years make. It makes my heart happy for you, me and all who partake in it.
    Blessings!

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