i'm not sure why these are called "Glory of the Snow" it suggests to me that they peak out of the last snows on the garden but they never have here and come much later than the snowdrops and crocus which often do poke their brave heads above the frozen white. But it is a sweet name perhaps it has simply been shortened from "Glory born of the snow" much easier to wrap one's mouth around than its official name when first learning Latin but its "real" name has its own rhythm and music: chionodoxa [kee.on.o.doks.uh]
all's quiet after the storm it is promising to be the warmest April weekend yet.
Last weekend was more than a bit nerve wracking for many of us here in the northeast US as we peered out of our windows at sheets of what seemed like endless rain. Even i, lover of rain, got nervous. By Sunday evening water was streaming down the gently sloping hill that is our back garden and we placed sand bags at the back door. Minor erosion is all we had to deal with others in our region were not so lucky homes devastated roads washed out.
On Monday morning when i drove to Ken's house to record our radio show i knew what to expect his house and garden are on a small island between a fork in the Paulinskill River. His house sits on the highest ground his garden is flooded periodically. This was the worst flood yet. Standing on his porch listening to the roar of the river surveying the scene watching waves of water and shallow rapids where lilies once bloomed i was awe struck. It wasn't until several hours later that i heard the truly devastating news from Virginia. Everything became simpler. Having one's home and loved ones safe was all that mattered.
after spending too many minutes listening and watching the news i, who live by words could not find anything to say...except Shame On You NBC... Timing is everything, and you made the wrong choice.
Dear Marly the Poet and the Virginia Tech Marching Band and thousands of Americans who voiced their outrage at all of the news media giants helped me regain my perspective and my faith in the good hearted people who make up "mankind".
evil is just as determined and creative as Good it can break our hearts and deceive good people for a time but it will not triumph.
Ms. Katharine Hodgkin of the Iris histiroides clan has graciously remained with us for Easter Sunday. Most of her cousins arrived earlier and have already taken their leave for the year all but George, in his glowing purple robes.