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 Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
As though I might have forgotten! Tiny blue heads of forget-me-nots shyly blinking back at me from this corner and that in the garden. Vying for recognition among the soft blue flowers of Pulmonaria, the minuscule blue faces of violets. And there, and there, clusters of bright, earth-hugging primroses.
The vibrant colour of the grape hyacinths, all presenting in proud procession. The Japanese quince with its tiny orange lanterns, the lilac bushes setting their florid purples. The heady aroma of the ornamental crab flowers, apple trees side by side, the hugely magnificent magnolia blooms, sweetly aromatic.
The lilies-of-the-valley, no laggards they, spread their wealth of green spikes and blooming perfume wafting on spring's gentle breezes. The bridal wreath spirea is settling in to overwhelm expectations with its white abundance. Bleeding hearts are glorying in their showy pink sprays. Early tulips fading, but their mid- and late-blooming cousins taking up the slack.
Wood violets intrude themselves wherever they may, winking white and mauve faces at us. Anemones, fritallarias and purple snake-heads launch their beauty campaigns in the rock garden. The tall, hot-pink stalks of bergenias proclaim their presence. Creeping purple phlox spread their paintbox colour and starry blooms.
Our garden, an perfumed oases in the city. Overwhelming our senses with gratitude for these sublime occasions reminding us of the resilient abundance and generosity of nature's growing greenery; the yellow flowers of the caragena tree, beloved of bees.
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