Time Travel Thursday #36 - Signs of the Season

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Welcome to the 36th Time Travel Thursday linky party at the Brambleberry Cottage.

Are you ready for our next trip back in time and into the future?

Then let's get started!

I so look forward to the many delightful sights, sounds, and scents around the cottage, during this very special time of year.

The plum trees—by the log barn and silo—have literally exploded into a profusion of gloriously perfumed blossoms.

If only you could join me beneath their generous floral canopy and experience the intoxicatingly sweet scent of their blooms, wafting through the air.

Enveloped by this shroud of white, we could lazily gaze at the tufts of billowy clouds, as they effortlessly float by.

Their beauty matched only by the backdrop of the crisp blue Carolina sky.

Then with a casual stroll to the cottage porch, a mere hop, skip and jump away, we could...

watch as the rays of sunlight dance through the camellia bushes...

and coax the cottony buds of the pear tree to unfurl.

We could listen, with earnestly eager ears, as our feathered guests perform their early spring recitals. 

And before the day was through, we could rest within the tranquil sanctuary of the pines—where my little garden guardian resides—and bask in the marvelous multisensory signs of the season.

Joining Susan for Outdoor Wednesday, Kathleen for White Wednesday, Tracie for Cottage Flora Thursday, and Cindy for Show and Tell Friday.

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A Spring Sonata

As I bid adieu to the last camellia blossoms of winter, another group of players enter the stage. 

I am filled with childlike wonder, as I anticipate the most glorious symphony of floral magnificence about to be performed.

Slowly at first, bloom by brilliant bloom, each member of this ensemble emerges, playing its designated part, until the outside of the cottage is engulfed in color as radiant as the sun.

Though the daffodils merely introduce part one of this movement, they are, indeed, cheerful trumpeters in this spring sonata.

The fragrant hyacinths and tulips are instrumental to this particular composition...

and play in perfect harmony alongside the sweet violets...

and cheery periwinkle.

The tempo of this piece speeds up, as each of the fruit trees–in rapid succession–contributes its own lyrical beauty.

Not to be outdone by the serene chords of the dogwood blossoms...

or the vibratos of the irises.

Alas, though it seems that the beautiful music has just begun,

the finale is at hand 

The dreamy sonata of this season is now reaching its conclusion.

And I must bid a sad farewell, until next year.

But, my sadness is abated as I observe a new ensemble of players taking their seats...

and another composition being prepared.

It is a masterful work I am quite familiar with.

I gladly welcome this introductory quartet to the cottage–roses, clematis and daisies.

And I now await the full gathering of the symphony of summer.

It is one I'm sure I will thoroughly enjoy–almost as much as the one before.


My floral mosaics are a perfect fit for Mary's Mosaic Monday

and Cielo's Show Off Your Cottage Monday.
I'm going to share all this outdoor loveliness at Susan's for Outdoor Wednesday.

My cottage flowers are worthy of show and tell at Cindy's place.

I'm also joining the fun at Tootsie's for Ferilizer Friday. 

Heralds of Spring

Each year, I anxiously anticipate the arrival of spring.

As the first slender green blades of my daffodils stretch gleefully through the thick blanket of the remnants of winter, my anticipation mounts.

Though the little guardian of my cottage garden fondly dreams of warmer days, he seems totally unaware of the process of the rebirth that has begun just below him.

With every passing day, I observe more of the lovely spires emerging all around the cottage, breaking forth from the once dormant earth, reaching adoringly toward the warmth of the sun.

Then, quite unexpectedly, the first spear-shaped buds appear.

Almost without warning, a solitary bloom explodes into vibrant color.

Soon, that solitary messenger is followed by an entire host of newcomers…

who dance merrily along the edge of the pump house…

and wave a cheerful greeting all along our oak allée.

In unison, they bow and curtsey to visitors who wander on to the old wooden path leading to the front porch…

all the while, heralding the wonderful news that spring is at the door. 

Indeed, a most welcomed guest!

Let's spread a little of this sunshine around Susan's @