In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
with many a pointed blossom rising delicate,
with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle - and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
~ Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, 1865
Lilacs are blooming in the village six miles south, and along the highway just a mile from my front door, but my own lilacs are in the "swelling bud" stage. I await their blossoming with great anticipation. I know lilac-time may have come and gone already where some of you live... but perhaps your iris are throwing wide their petal-arms, or perhaps your peonies are drooping with lush heavy blossoms and sweet perfume. We're getting close to those days too, here on my northern hill. The sentiment Walt Whitman expresses about the lilac bush, "every leaf a miracle," I feel that way about the whole garden... and all of nature.
If you have time to stroll today, and if your weather permits, please post about about it on your blog and then come back here with a comment and a link to your post. You may use the Sunday Stroll button at the top of this post on your post or side bar if you would like. I will add participant names to this post so other strollers can walk through your garden too.
Look who's strolling:
Linda at The Crafty Gardener
Abbie at Farmer's Daughter
Margaret at Periodic Pearls
Me, here at the Quiet Country House
Mibsy at Classical Calling
Cloudhands at Uncarved Block
Heather at Heather's Homemaking