The eagles nest of a year ago is vacant as its residents play in the warm breeze. The winter solsticeagain flees to her celestial equator, giving daylight a chance to coax the crocus bulb through the cold earth. Natures promise of rebirth has come to fulfillment overnight as she outsmarts the dark of winter. The startled young trout and bass arise and flee the jaws of the wild boisterous stallions which come to the crystal clear Salt River for the taste of earths life giving champagne. The wild rabbits play freely as they nibble the new poppy sprouts flowering the desert floor. Wake you rattling serpents, it's time to take your place with the mountain lions and the scorpions of this desert land. Spring greets you and it's time to arise. Winter has gone to rest with the howling cries of the singing coyotes and the chilling shrieks of the white owls. Steven James Petersen Sr. AKA- The Gardening Grandpa AKA- Mesafatboy
Mother Nature's Promise "The old Gardeners Sweet Potato Harvest"
At Last, the great waxing November gibbous burst through the puffy afternoon clouds floating to the east. The bright white illumination of this semi-orb pierces the crisp, cool blue sky. Marshmallow like clouds protrude over the horizon as the moonlight greets a gardener's aging eyes. This image makes the old eyes sparkle with delight. His soul has burned with unexplainable passion for this day. Blissful thoughts of the soon to arrive full moon give birth to gratifying reflections of past November gardens. As the vague recollections of bountiful harvests join the memory, the heart swells with overwhelming joy of his coming delight. Time to celebrate will soon be here, but first one more chore. The promise made to "do the gardeners part, then Mother Nature will do her part in multiple", must be kept. Mother Earth's workers, raise your pitchforks and spades! The time has come for the last of this year's great harvests. Old man Jack Frost will soon visit the gardens to sprinkle Mothers soil with cold crystal powder, putting earths delights to sleep for the winter.
The Gardening Grandpa
The New Year
Once again the earth’s winter solstice has arrived. Cold dark shadows quickly lengthen as the year’s longest of nights begin. Inevitable death to the remaining garden life now threatens the few enduring plants. Yet through the demise in which these dark shadows bring, wistful visions of spring mornings come to the gardener’s sleepy eye. Optimistic new garden ideas soften the heart as the long winter season takes over. Happy thoughts of seedlings bursting through the cold, crusty garden soil fill the gardeners’ daydreams. Dream on gardener, the time has come to plan and prepare for the future.
The Gardening Grandpa- 2015
Cantaloupe and the Harvest Moon
The Harvests moon's brilliant rays of light pierce some fluffy clouds, illuminating nature's gardens below. Golden globes of cantaloupe shine brightly on a garden floor. This golden fruit looks as if it has been kissed by the shadowy Goddess Nyx, marveling at it's very creation. Slowly the moon sets in the western sky. A new day has been called out by the crowing of Gullinkambi, the ringleader of the morning light. A new day and a new season is finally upon us.