Heavenly

The scent of this morning’s

Fresh plucked Magnolia blossom

Fills the room tonight.

One of my favorites…

One I cannot explain to my own satisfaction,

Much less to another.

Tonight, I am reminded of the first time I smelled Magnolia and how the adrenaline swelled through my body while Angels infused the air.

Spring.

Charleston.

Lemon scented paradise…

It’s different tonight . I cannot lose the lump in my throat no matter how much I swallow.

The scent of Angels this Spring will remind me of my sister who lays dying

Bravely fighting the cancer ravaging her already frail form. Tears scald my cheeks as

I lift the bloom-filled globe to inhale the smell of Heaven that awaits her.

Nancilynn Saylor 2 June 2018

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When the night comes

Twilight trickles,

seeps into the varnishing death

of this young Spring day

Orange blossoms linger.

I capture her scent as she . perfumes the night.

Bid Winter a weary farewell.

©Nancilynn Saylor

18 March 2018

This hazy shade of winter

Yesterday’s premature spring 

Slips back in winter’s womb

                As

Silvery cloudbank obscures

Cerulean sky

                The

Naked trees shimmy in

Puffs from northwest breezes

                 ******

Two brown wrens visit 

Birdhouse on our sheltered porch. 

Nesting time draws near.
©Nancilynn Saylor 2017/2 February 

The miracle of an Ordinary Saturday

                                        

Saturday, I chose to turn off the alarm and sleep as long as dreams would keep me.

I surrendered into the daylight right after it arrived. Instead of rising at 5:00 I snoozed

and sank back into my jumbled, confusing mind trips until six. I loved the weekend days so

there was little chance of sleeping longer. I heard the first cry of the white wing dove, cooing to the dawn and her tribe. This was a signal to me that I should start my day.

 

The day dawned with a grey and overcast sky. Rain never dampens the spirits of people who have been living in drought for years; living in drought and determined to garden. 

Thin nightgown clad and ever-present summer foot wear- my favorite leather sandals, I slipped from the house into the garden…past the lime trees and budding datura plants, past the first bunch of this winter’s onion crop, resting in the remains of the greenhouse, now being disassembled to free up additional space for plants on the small postage stamp concrete patio. The scent of roses beckons.

The fragrance of the remains of the chinaberry tree we aided in executing this past winter…now burst into what may be its last gasp of survival; this smell competes with the roses at the end of the house for olfactory enticement. I inhale the smells of Spring. 

I check the corn for new growth, tomatoes for baby fruit and pluck early sweet peas from their trellis…popping one into my mouth and savoring its freshness.

One the way back into the house, I snip several especially pretty roses for Romeo. I smile. 

Back inside, I realized I have been outside almost an hour watching the play of birds and admiring our simple backyard garden. I put on a pot of special, dark-roast coffee, knowing the smell would awaken my sleeping Prince. 

Weekends are delightful, even when ordinary.

 

Nancilynn

Spring Approximately

        Today, the Ides of March!

I wonder what  Caesar was feeling when he

awakened on this fateful day

many centuries past…

 

I, stepped out into Spring!

 A wet, overpowering dense fog

clinging to plants

obscuring everything…

equally

 

the warm, wet morning

the ensuing rains

elicit a smile…

 

greeted by peas and radishes

in the garden

onions growing tall

tomato and pepper plants begging

to be planted

 

Is it spring?

is it spring?

is it spring they cry?

 

I declare it, at last…

in my world,

Spring is here

            

I can feel a change coming in the air tonight…

 Today, our windows were thrown open,
air filtering through the wet morning fog and afternoon sun.
My heart is happy,
my soul smiled.
Romeo continues to work the garden beds
He’s planted a few tomato plants
sowed peas, radishes; he,
humbly, grumbly considered my potential
cucumber hoops instead of the standard upright trellis…
Since the execution of the chinaberry tree,
a few months ago,
we revel in the newly reclaimed sun!
Romeo loaded and hauled more compost and manure;
while the tiny dog and I were basking in the late sun’s glow!
In the night the winds will shift
bringing a chance of early March storms…
amid blessed, whispered for, prayed for,
Rain!
We push our springtime garden envelopes
 here in Central Texas
“In like a lion-out-like a lamb”
I, a Lioness!
Romeo, my Lamb!