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Fabulous Find Friday ::: Grape Hyacinths

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Springtime is bursting into all of her glory in my neck of the woods. The grass is a lush, velvety carpet that seems to be the most brilliant green that I have ever seen. The gray trees are bursting at the tips, transforming from a dull stick-like figure into a flower-filled spectacle that dances in the sunlight. Birds are chirping, chattering and singing in what seems like a symphony of sound to my ears. And the magnolias…the magnificent magnolias are as spectacular as I can ever remember.

As I hurriedly jumped into the car the other morning to drive my daughter to school, my heart was heavy with grief and my mind felt numb. Trying to digest the news and all of the horrific things that happen in the world these days can be overwhelming. I rolled down the windows as I drove and soon realized that all of the loud thoughts swirling in my mind had been silenced by the sound of birds singing. As I turned back into my driveway I happened to glance at my side yard and noticed that overnight, my lush green grass, had turned into a sea of purple.

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Hundreds of tiny, purple Grape Hyacinths had popped up out of the ground transforming my yard into what looked like an enchanted forest of flowers fit for fairies. An enormous wash of emotion swept over me and I felt like a little girl again. I was suddenly filled with wonder and excitement, wrapped in anticipation of this new glorious day.

Do you remember that feeling?

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I soon found myself on my hands and knees, in my pajamas, carefully picking handfuls of the smooth, cold stemmed Grape Hyacinths still wet with dew. I had always adored these tiny little spring flowers as a girl and remembered filling the small paper Dixie cups with them for my mom to display on the windowsill in the kitchen. My two little girls had done the very same thing for me but it’s been years since they’ve relished in such things. Once my hands where full of flowers I galloped inside with my treasures.

I clamored through my kitchen cabinets and found these sweet vintage creamers that I had gathered while antiquing.

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They where a perfect fit (almost as good as the Dixie cups) and I happily filled them as my heart simultaneously filled with joy.

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My kitchen transformed into a safe haven of delicious memories and my mind felt at ease.

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This week I found Spring and all the hope she holds.

Spring always seems to make my heart burst into joy but this year it just seems different, more vivid and vibrant, and I’m not sure why. It’s almost as if God knows that we all need to be reminded of hope and joy and innocence in the midst of all the ugly in the world.

Beautiful, joyful, hope that can turn any dull, seemingly dead earth into a brilliant, bountiful, flower-filled spectacle of color and life.

And that’s exactly what I found. I hope that you can too.

Love,

Wenderly

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Garden Inspire

Forcing Forsythia in My Foyer

Did you know that you can force forsythia inside your home and enjoy glorious blooms indoors while it’s still cold outdoors!

Although it’s been a very mid winter this year, nothing thrills my soul more than the first sweet whispers of Spring. The warm breezy days that entice the few flowers that are brave enough to push their way through the stark thawing ground. The barren trees that stand naked one day and then magically begin the next dressed in buds that will become intoxicating flowers after a few more weeks of delicious sunshine…

I want it all and I want it now.

So you know what I do this time of year when I’m itching for Spring?

I force forsythia in my foyer.

You should try it. It’s brilliantly simple and splendidly soul satisfying.

First you’ll need to find a forsythia bush. Make sure that you can actually see some buds that have already formed on the branches. Forsythia is some of the first budding-blooming-bushes of Spring, exactly when will vary depending on where you live.

Then, pull on some rubber boots and tromp through the soggy ground with some cutting shears and cut  a few branches that you find to be breathtakingly beautiful.

Before you place the beautiful branches into a sturdy vase (that won’t topple over once it’s full of branches), you’ll need to gently tap, tap, tap the woody ends with a hammer.

This will allow the branches to more easily drink up the water. Remember to use warm water. This will also make it easier for the forsythia to drink.

*Note, no forsythia branches were harmed during this photo shoot.*

Next you’ll want to find a warm sunny spot for your forsythia to bask in the golden sunshine. This will encourage the branches to believe that it is indeed time to bloom.

My warm sunny spot happens to be my foyer.

And as you can tell, this charming chap is thrilled to pieces to share his favorite spot with a vase full of forsythia.

This is Oliver. And Oliver loves nothing more than the warm golden sunshine that spills into the foyer as he lounges upon the buffet table.

Sharing it with the forsythia. Not so much.

 

“Maybe if I ignore the forsythia it will go away.”

Or maybe Oliver will just go away.

Anyway. Back to my forcing of forsythia.

After about a week or so, you’ll begin to see some sweet green peeking out from within the buds.

Then, before you know it, all of the branches will soon be covered in the gorgeous green.

A day or so later, some lovely yellow will appear.

And then the unfurling of the first forsythia flower…

And before you know it…

You’ll have a foyer full.

And that my friends is how you can get a fabulous fan of forsythia in your foyer with or without a finicky feline who is far from farklempt over the fact that he has to share his favorite spot.

Happy almost Spring!

~Wenderly

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Inspire

Be Still.

As I woke up and looked out my window at the majestic morning sunrise, I was instantly still and quiet.

I found myself inhale and exhale so deeply that it forced a surprise yawn to push its way slowly out of my mouth.

I just sat there.

In awe.

Totally engulfed by the magical moment unfolding in front of me.

The warm golden rays looked like honey stretching through the beautiful dogwood blooms, as if they were trying to touch me…

my face,

my neck,

my shoulders,

then sliding down to my chest in a way that just seemed to comfort me and quiet me and remind me to, “be still.”

When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to tell me to “be still” when I was bothering my little sister  (like squeezing the daylights out of her cheeks…affectionately, of course)  or being  in general too rambunctious.

It was  such a very sweet and very loving way to say, “be quiet,”  or, “now keep your hands to yourself.”

But the words “be still” have taken on a whole new meaning for me in my adult life. Of course I’m always remembering my grandmother’s words while frantically trying to suck back in the less eloquent ones that just seem to bubble out when I’ve had it with my kids.

Sometimes life just has a way of pushing you along. It’s almost like a ginormous broom is just sweeping you forward, one big swoop at a time.

I find myself running up on my tippy toes just to keep up.

You know what I’m talking about. We’ve all fallen into that insidious cycle of never enough time, too many people pulling you in too many directions, not enough sleep, what’s next on the list syndrome.

I don’t know about you, but every now and then, I need a little reminder of what’s really important in life.

What I’m talking about is that surreal moment in the middle of mayhem that catches you off guard and reminds you to “be still.”

For me, that happened today.

Just a few moments ago.

As the rays of the beautiful sunrise stretched through my grandmother’s dogwood tree.

Thanks Grandmother,  I will.

Wenderly