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It took a little while, but I finally got this second set of photos from Bloom 2013 up! You can see the first post here, if you wish. For more information on this lovely garden festival please see the Bloom in the Park website. Congratulations to everyone involved on another successful event, looking forward to next year already!
The early morning light seeps in with birdsong. Swallows chatter on the washing line. Starlings bustle in the eaves. Down by the river, nestled in the young corn, a pheasant calls out his salutation. The morning is moving with music that weaves through the first blue light, that first tender light of dawn.
Soon golden tendrils curl around quietly waiting leaves, spread through the dew and filter through the morning mists. Those first rays a blessing upon the patient earth.
Later the light is heavy and hot, panned out in the garden we throb beneath its glow. The world pulses in the white heat. We are lazy now, the birdsong lazy, the long hours lazy. Hens cluck as they scratch dust baths in the cool soil, sending clouds up into the daylight. The slow sun rises and sinks over a languid kingdom within the beech hedges. Summer ripples through the garden.
In the evening comes that golden stretch of luxurious colour, the light of a setting sun. The end of the day flourishing before it is forever gone. In the long grass gold leaks through in dapples, low and lush. We walk knee deep in meadow grasses, each leaf curled toward magic. The world is fire bright and I burn, summer-struck, in a haze of russet and green.
After a sunlit walk through Dublin’s Phoenix Park I was wondering if the rest of the day could possibly live up to an early morning stroll through the rich greens of an Irish summer. But Bloom in the Park 2013 certainly did not disappoint and the rest of the day was just as pleasurable!
Bloom is always an inspiring event, even for those who, like myself, have no actual garden. I came away dreaming of the green space I will own someday, impressed with the imagination and talent of the exhibiting gardeners.
The food and craft markets were just as enjoyable, with plenty of pretty things to linger over and tempting free samples. It’s a friendly place with stall holders happy to chat about the things they create and the passions that drive them.
I took too many photos to fit into one post, so I’ll pop up another one later in the week with lots more shots!
Hello friends, I am still here, still searching for balance so slow to use the computer or camera. These pretty little things are growing on my balcony which is suddenly coming alive with life now that the spring warmth has finally settled in. All this new growth has reminded me of a beautiful Brendan Kennelly poem, I’ll share it with you below.
Begin again to the summoning birds
to the sight of light at the window,
begin to the roar of morning traffic
all along Pembroke Road.
Every beginning is a promise
born in light and dying in dark
determination and exaltation of springtime
flowering the way to work.
Begin to the pageant of queuing girls
the arrogant loneliness of swans in the canal
bridges linking the past and the future
old friends passing through with us still.
Begin to the loneliness that cannot end
since it perhaps is what makes us begin,
begin to wonder at unknown faces
at crying birds in the sudden rain
at branches stark in the willing sunlight
at seagulls foraging for bread
at couples sharing a sunny secret
alone together while making good.
Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion
insists that we forever begin.