Bleeding Hearts for Mom

Bleeding hearts emerging at this time of year remind me of all the compassionate Moms, their generous hearts, inner beauty, and unconditional love.   Somehow these mothers don’t readily give up, resilient with an abundance of blind faith and patient hope.

Still, I doubt there is a mother whose heart has not been broken at one time or another in child rearing.  I’ve known a number of Moms who could be considered dangerously softhearted, to the point of not honoring their own needs or health.  Perhaps it’s no coincidence that these Bleeding heart beauties appear in time for Mother’s Day… or that they are perennials, steadfastly returning year after year.  Isn’t Mom always there for you too?

 

 

Spring Sets My Heart Afire

It’s been a relatively long winter.  Of course, I always feel that way after half a year of Northeast cold and grey.  And although Spring appeared on the calendar a month ago, it waits until about now to dazzle me with her show.  Each day the bleeding hearts rise taller and taller, and more garlic greens dart through the earth, the scintillation sets my soul ablaze.

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Kindling the grey winter landscape aglow in green, Spring wondrously ignites death with life.  Saucer magnolias spark purple blooms, smoky lavender clouds flicker above eastern red buds, and delicate pink weeping cherry blossoms shimmer in the wind while the glowing white flowering pear explodes in the sky.  Like yellow-suited firefighters, showy forsythias arrive first on the scene.  Dwarf blue iris, orange-eyed daffodils and red tulips are next responders.  

Intoxicated with Spring’s opulent beauty of textures, shapes and hues, I am mesmerized by the magic appearing before my eyes.  And so grateful I have eyes to see.