Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Snow and ice, reluctant to loose their frigid grip on the garden, yet the renaissant spring sun and kinder temperatures do their work, and slowly the soil is revealed. Behold, thrust assertively through the snow, red-green shoots of early spring bulbs, ebulliently welcoming the inevitably burgeoning season.
Even those small winged creatures a nuisance in warm seasons have begun to stir, creeping out from their winter havens, warming themselves in the micro-atmosphere created by the sun in our back garden.
Our little dogs, from within the house, somehow manage to interpret another season where the sun warms their hairy hides, seeping into their winter- weary bodies. They stand stolidly, expectantly at the glass doors, determined to make their needful way outdoors.
A concentrated inspection of the garden reveals red emergences on the black and dark green rods of old roses. The Bergenia are bright dark green and robust. Flower-preparatory buds on tree peonies, rhododendrons, azaleas and saucer magnolias are anxious to swell into brightly fragrant profusion.
Grape hyacinths reveal waiting foliage to jump-start their purple, delicate dangling clusters of insouciance. Lilies are no laggards, thrusting shoots from the released, moist soil. We will soon be bedazzled by the splendour of our gardens alive with luscious awakening.
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