"CROCUS TIME"

Feeling like a slave to snow .... I was  looking into the sleepy gardens, imagining and praying for the signs of Spring to emerge out of the cold hard bed of winter ... then one day, my heart soared like a bird as one tiny crocus bloomed.

Although crocus is not the prettiest name for a flower,  I do  adore this sweet harbinger of spring and it's symbolic meaning  of cheerfulness and gladness. Today, I'm sharing my Royal Albert, " Prairie Crocus" teaset and a poem .

The feet of people walking home

With gayer sandals go-

The Crocus-till she rises

The Vassal of the snow-

The lips of Hallelujah

Long years of practise bore

Till bye and bye these Bargemen

Walked singing on the shore.

Pearls are the Diver's farthings

Extorted from the sea-

Pinions-the Seraph's wagon

Pedestrians once-as we-

Night is the morning's Canvas

Larceny-legecy-

Death, but our rapt attention

To Immorality.

My figures fail to tell me

How far the village lies-

Whose peasants are the Angels-

Whose Cantons dot the skies-

My Classics veil their faces-

My faith that Dark adores-

Which from its solemn abbeys

Such resurrection pours.

Emily Dickinson

( 1858 )

It seems that my prayers of longing and hope have been answered .. so now, I shed a sigh of relief and pour myself a much anticipated, cup of tea ... Teatime  with you all, feels like a warm ray of sunshine on my shoulders.

Lookie, lookie ...I found a pretty pink teapot at the ' Village'... Don't you love it's perfect roundness..

Unfortunately, it had a little chip on the inner  lip of the lid but, I loved its cheeky  pinkness and believed  that it would brew me a full bodied cup of  tea ...  Nothing in life is without imperfections.

This shabby chic teapot and classy little teaset seem to be creating a sweet harmony together, especially since, my little caste iron  bunnies have decided to hold up their part and partake in     teatime.


         

I've always love the warm and fuzzy presence of the  crocus and can attest that unike  other crocus, which take their origin from( Iradaceae Family) or Iris, the  Prairie Crocus( anenome ) has little fluffy fibres, much like this motif. The flowers are 4 cm( 1 1/2 in.) in diameter, each with five to seven petal-like sepals, and possesses many pistil and bright yellow stamens that are not edible.

They are not smooth and delicate like other  crocus's. The blue or purple coloured parts, that look like petals are actually modified sepals. When folded, the outer surface is covered by downy, white woolly hairs. The flowers open during the day and close at night... I know this,  because, I lived in the Prairies and played in fields of crocus when I was a child...OOPS ...Is that telling my age or just a happy memory.( Ha ha)

Since sweet May has brought forth the buds, gardening is ever on my mind, so I'm saving all the tea leaves for my  flowers ....  Even the flowers could use a nice  refreshing cup of tea .

 Composting  would take too long, so I  just mix and pour the unused tea and leaves into the garden  for a tasty floral treat ( Ha Ha) I don't think that mother earth minds. 

In the meantime, there's  still another soothing cup of tea waiting for you to savour while fantasying about the next flower that will bloom...Tulips or Daffodils !!!!  I'm enamoured with  God's gifts... It's a Wonderful life.

Thank You for  your presence and our  teatime chatterings. 

 "ENJOY YOUR GARDEN"

SHARING TEATIME WITH. with Sandi at "Rose Chintz Cottage", 

Martha's Favorites, Ruth's ,"Cuppa Tea" and Bernideen's " All Things Tea" Blog.