Poem By Rosemary Wahtola Trommer: In Case I Forget to Say It Enough
Thank you for this day made
of wind and rain and sun and the scent
of old-fashioned lilacs.
Thank you for this day made
of wind and rain and sun and the scent
of old-fashioned lilacs.
Catkins emerge
so tenderly
with such a meek beginning
as a foreshadowed precursor
in vibrancy and joy…
I made these two nesting bowls for spring. I made them on the wheel, then carved the bottoms, glazing them inside with “mystery blue” and on the outside with a layer of turquoise underglaze followed by a layer of chartreuse glaze.
I took a lovely walk this morning and mused that the choosers of a day to celebrate Earth Day were really spot on in selecting this time of year to concentrate on the blessings of our natural wonders.
Most of the snow is gone, and there are these vibrant pops of color in the mosses and lichens around, nurtured by all the moisture we’ve had this year. How I rejoice at seeing them, and how intense they are in their flagrance!
I love the recognition and triumph of Palm Sunday. Hosanna in the highest! After a lovely church service, I went on this contemplative hike by myself in Huntington State Park, where the lakes have not yet thawed.
I was thrilled to find this Lady’s Slipper in the woods. A member of the orchid family, you do not see many of these in the wild in Connecticut!
The weather was spectacular. It felt like I was living inside a pointillist or Impressionistic painting, as the trees were dotted with new leaves and brushstrokes of color were evident everywhere.
I loved the ever changing sky, the variety of flowers, the fiddleheads on the ferns, the lichen on the stone walls, the reflections in the water, and particularly the exceptional magnolia…
These are just a few of the vases I have made, but it is a particular delight to be using them lately for spring flowers!
This spring has been so late in coming, the waiting for it seems to add to the glory and jubilation of this moment…
These falls have many different levels or layers, and there is never a vantage point where you can see the whole thing.