The daffodils in this post are for Lizzie Rose Jewellery and Teamgloria , and my mother, because they all love daffodils but daffodils don’t, and won’t, grow in their delightfully warm garden spaces.
The words in this post are especially for Lost in Arles, Heather ,as a way of thanking her for the link to Jean Vanier’s beautiful words in Wisdom of Tenderness http://www.onbeing.org/program/wisdom-tenderness/234 Jean Vanier is the founder of L’Arche.http://www.larche.ca/en/jean_vanier/
“The curve of the earth lies fissured, its mantle cracked like a poorly cast bell, yet with the warmth of spring’s caress, a vibration shimmers, swells, seeps, riverine, through the hollows and cracks of the slumped soil.
In the movement of the spring, the bulbs, buried fast, sense the tender loosening, the sweet lightening of their winter bedding. They awaken. Stretch upward. Outward. Yawn, and smile a happy-sunshine smile.
And , then, precisely then, we know, deeply, that even a broken bell has its own essential resonance; its own beautiful chime to ring. Listen.”
For those of you who like to know about location and history; we spotted the daffodils on a sun-drenched river bank on the Avon Loop. We were near the place on the river side which was once, very long ago, home to the Canterbury Rowing Club. The Loop is a heritage area of Christchurch which was badly damaged in the earthquakes of 2010 and 2011. Most of the land on that small bend in the Avon River is no longer suitable for housing, so the broken homes currently there will be removed/demolished. Eventually, the land will form part of a natural recreational park system along the river. It promises to be lovely and, strangely, in its new life it will almost be a reincarnation of its old life, which, beginning in the 1860s, was a wonderful, open space where thousands of Cantabrians enjoyed picnics and the sport of rowing. http://lostchristchurch.org.nz/opening-of-the-boating-season-avon-river