Monday, April 21, 2014

kauffman memorial gardens










Each season I have ideas of visiting local gardens with the intent to enjoy the plants in that particular season. As the weather turns warm in Spring I always think of visiting local gardens to enjoy the early blooms. I'll be honest, this rarely happens! However, this past weekend we did go into the city for lunch as a family and had time to stop at the Kauffman Memorial Gardens. I have visited these gardens before, but never this early in year. Our efforts were rewarded as we saw amazing blooms on a warm, sunny day. This is a two-acre plot in the city next to the University of Missouri-Kansas City campus and Kauffman Foundation. In a way it takes me back to the time I studied at U.M.K.C. and worked at the foundation. This garden was planted near the time I ended my employment at the foundation, otherwise I would have walked there each work day for lunch! It's a beautiful space, free for the public to enjoy. We had just enough time for an half hour stroll, but it is on our mind to return and linger with books to read. Besides, we need to go back in May to see the lilac trees in bloom!

Friday, April 18, 2014

that third day

And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, 
the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, 
whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so. 

And the earth brought forth grass, 
and herb yielding seed after his kind, 
and the tree yielding fruit, whose seed was in itself, after his kind: 
and God saw that it was good. 

And the evening and the morning were the third day. 
Genesis 1:11-13

Burning Bush

Creeping Phlox

Japanese Maple

Lilies

Magnolia Tree

Pear Tree

Oak Leaf Hydrangea

Violet

Wild Rose

It's all so utterly lovely. God's handiwork, exquisitely good. It's a bit quiet in it's showing right now, except for the brilliant Forsythia. Vines lengthen, leaves fill out, petals unfurl. What God set in motion all those years ago in the beginning, keeps growing, and just cannot stop.



Thursday, April 17, 2014

one drop of Thy blood...

Resurrection
John Donne 
(read first in At the Still Point: A Literary Guide to Prayer in Ordinary Time compiled by Sarah Arthur)

Moist with one drop of thy blood, my dry soul
Shall (though she now be in extreme degree
Too stony hard, and yet too fleshly,) be
Freed by that drop, from being starved, hard, or foul,
And life, by this death abled, shall control
Death, whom thy death slew; nor shall to me
Fear of first or last death, bring misery,
If in thy little book my name thou enroll,
Flesh in that long sleep is not putrefied,
But made that there, of which, and for which 'twas;
Nor can other mean be glorified.
May then sin's sleep, and death's soon from me pass,
That waked from both, I again risen may
Salute the last, and everlasting day.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

our spring weekend.

It is spring again.
The earth is like a child
that knows poems by heart.
Rainer Maria Rilke











Friday, April 11, 2014

wild rose







The Wild Rose bush, once twisted, mangled, unblooming then rescued from a neighbor's wire fence; the Wild Rose bush now blooms. Her blooms are less than an inch in diameter while her thorns are over an inch long and yes, crazy sharp. If I had blinked, forsaken daily strolls through the yard, I would have missed the simple wonder that is her showcase.