In the Garden, Time Well Spent

The Garden in Pontoise , Camille Pissaro

Even if it's a tiny garden in containers on your balcony or patio.


And here's a sweet Gospel song about spending time in the garden in prayer sung by someone who really means it.

Mahalia Jackson - I Come To The Garden Alone 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2eSfKqMRbA&feature=related

Monet and Vivaldi: Tulips, Music and Spring

Claude Monet Tulip Field with the Rijnsburg Windmill

Wish you could smell these narcissus!

Springing in my garden.

I was hoping to give you just a little blast of Spring--the brilliant blue sky after a spring shower, the shocking, vibrant red, yellow, purple of bulb flowers blaring through the winter's end grey, the enthusiastic chirp and twitter of the birds now activated for the season like an army just getting out of boot camp. I can just about do it with Monet and Vivaldi--but I can't send you the still-chilly-but-not-freezing breeze on a finally sunny day or the scent of earth unfreezing. You'll have to go outside for that.

Oh those spring showers!

 

Vivaldi Spring 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oqojc0UrhOU 

 

 

 

 

Good Morning, Spring, Time To Get Up

Spring, just waking up from a dreamy winter's sleep

Morning by Edvard Grieg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUKRBeG-sGQ&feature=related

Written for the play Peer Gynt by Ibsen, who thought this music was too cheerful for his play. Oh well, morning is like that.

In the Garden, Time Well Spent

The Garden in Pontoise , Camille Pissaro

Even if it's a tiny garden in containers on your balcony or patio.


And here's a sweet Gospel song about spending time in the garden in prayer sung by someone who really means it.

Mahalia Jackson - I Come To The Garden Alone 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2eSfKqMRbA&feature=related 

Good Morning, Spring, Time To Get Up

Spring, just waking up from a dreamy winter's sleep

Morning by Edvard Grieg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GUKRBeG-sGQ&feature=related

Written for the play Peer Gynt by Ibsen, who thought this music was too cheerful for his play. Oh well, morning is like that.