Tuesday 31 May 2016

art on a rainy day



there is something
rather dreamy
about a lazy rainy
day
to play





...when all the elements come together into
something wonderful....

for a lovely friend who wanted some blue.....


words and images © copyright Melody Armstrong 2016




Thursday 26 May 2016

lost in lilacs



i think lilacs
are one of my favourite things
about spring

i cannot get enough of them
their colour
their fragrance
their texture


as long as they are in bloom
i will have a vase full
on as many tables
as possible

one favourite memory as a kid
was mom and I with clippers in hand 
going to the neighbour's house
down the street
to cut lilacs

and fragrant bouquets
in every corner.
DELICIOUS!!




Mom and I still do this-
just a little more sneaky 
these days

( padding around in my
girlfriend's backyard
paradise
with clippers in hand
while she is 
away!)

Another slice of heaven.










words & images © copyright Melody Armstrong 2016


Monday 23 May 2016

roots and blooms




I went for a walk a couple weekends ago while my daughter was at an early morning volleyball practice.  It was a gorgeous, cool, spring morning and truthfully, I stopped a lot more than I walked.  My intention was to walk over to a local coffee shop and spend a few quiet moments writing but I got a little distracted along the way.  Luscious blossoms everywhere were just begging to be touched and smelled and photographed.

When I finally arrived, the thought foremost on my mind was the transient beauty of spring.  The transient nature of beauty itself.

Spring always provides a feast for the senses.  Each year we are gifted with the opportunity to witness the stunning unfolding of fragrant new life, the sudden arrival of bold yet delicate buds and the warmth and sunshine that coax them into bloom.

There is something exquisite about a blossom opening to the world.  It is an image of courage and possibility.  It is beauty unspeakable, fragile, temporary.



I think we sometimes long for a life of endless spring, a life teeming with newness and dreams unfolding.  If only every day of our lives could look like such a spring morning, a shocking splendour of colour and texture and possibility.  But...there is no spring without winter.  And this is the part we disagree with; this is the part that we would likely do away with altogether if it was in our power.  After all, why suffer through the cold, the desolation, the dormancy, the dying?  And now, only a few weeks later, the blossoms have faded, the fragrance has passed and the glory of spring has lost its edge a little.  Spring surrenders to summer.

I guess this conversation makes me think about roots.  Unlike blooms, roots never have the spotlight.  They never arrive on the scene to take our breath away or inspire.  They are unseen and unexciting, simply growing deeper day after day, year after year, in every season.



I think I can sometimes spend too much energy trying to find ways to keep my life in constant bloom -- wanting it always to be colourful and interesting and new.  I want to see my dreams blossom (and preferably against a backdrop of dappled light, thank you very much!).  But given how quickly spring passes and the dreamy, fragrant petals fall to the ground, I think I would do better to spend my energy on growing deeper roots.

The creator and author of all eternity has a beautiful, perfectly crafted plan and his plan includes seasons -- all of them.  He works out his purposes, each in their own time.  Whether the ground is frozen or bursting with life, whether storm clouds build or the skies are cloudless blue, whether branches bend heavy with fruit or are stripped stark and bare, God is still faithfully and mercifully at work.

He is growing our roots.

Strong. Simple.  Beautiful.




Words and images © copyright Melody Armstrong 2016