“Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth.”
Hugh Macmillan, “Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871
Winter has come and, with it the promise of long winter evenings of reading in the coming cold days of January and February. I have a stack of books at the ready and have signed up to a competitive family book reading challenge that has set me on a course of discovery. Winter is a time of respite and renewal, waiting, preparing…
The soil appears to be dormant, but there is unseen activity happening in the depths of the earth in preparation for the coming of spring. So it is with us. May we “gather our life” in the same way as Nature and recognize the beauty of a winter landscape.
Join me as I look back on the late blooms of Autumn, just before Nature called her family together.
Solitude: A September Garden from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”
Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib
Artists in a Rose Garden from Rebecca Budd aka Clanmother on Vimeo.
I have always considered the month of June a synonym for roses, for it is in this special time that the fragrance of this flower is especially sweet and enticing. There is a fresh green to the leaves, a steadfastness to the petals that attracts the gentle buzz of bees. The sun has yet to show the heat of a summer’s day, the breeze still holds a crispness of late spring.
There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
A ChasingART series on “Artists in the Garden” explores the connection between nature and the creative spirit. Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Gustav Klimt and Paul Cézanne intuitively understood that gardens have restorative power to inspire, heal and bring a calmness that encourages freedom of thought. The intermingling of sun, soil, seeds, and water brings forth new life, even as an artist gives birth to an internal vision that seeks an outlet.
But the rose leaves herself upon the brier, For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed.
Gardens continue to work their seemingly magical powers. A few days ago, I happened upon a rose garden with artists situated throughout the pathways, intent on their artistic endeavours.
I invite you to join me on my walk through a rose garden…