Green Arms

Rowellane Park, County Down, Northern Ireland
Rowellane Park, County Down, Northern Ireland

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“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing.”
~ Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist 

The brightest greens are in Ireland, if not Washington State.  I feel like I’m completely surrounded in green both here and at home this time of year, and even more so when the sun shines (rarely).  It has been raining here for several days, to guarantee the greens get even greener.

We climbed the highest hill in this area, Slieve Croob, yesterday, watching the storm clouds blow past beneath and over us, winds up to 50-60 mph on top, with spots of brightest sun illuminating the brightest greens.  Life is good, even if wet.  Life is even better because of the green arms embracing us.

from Slieve Croob
from Slieve Croob

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Mount Stewart Garden Lake
Mount Stewart Garden Lake

 

Constant Friends

 

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“In joy or sadness, flowers are our constant friends.” 
~ Kozuko Okakura 

We spent a rainy afternoon touring the estate house and gardens at Mount Stewart on the eastern most peninsula in Northern Ireland while the rest of the country here was steeped in heavy security for the G8 Summit happening and President Obama’s arrival in Belfast with his family.  We decided to bypass all the politics and find something beautiful.  We succeeded.

Flowers are present for our most emotional times of life–to celebrate birth and comfort the dying, to show love and celebrate life long unions.  They are a universal language, no matter the country.  During our visit to Japan, the whole country was preparing for the annual festivals celebrating sakura, the cherry blossoms that are so beloved there.  Here in Ireland, spring is late this year, so today we got to enjoy azaleas and rhododendrons and peonies all over again, as they are completely done blooming at home.

We are thrilled to find our floral friends blooming richly here, even with the stress and troubles of the recent decades in Northern Ireland, and the current economic struggles here and elsewhere.  If the G8 Summiteers have trouble reaching any agreement, they just need to go find a garden to cultivate together.  Voltaire understood that several centuries ago;  we need to remind ourselves now that the best of friends will be constant through joy and sorrow.

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