Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Without Sight

It was the gardenias who woke me this morning. 
Drifting deep inside my dream, their sweet fragrance took gentle hold of my hand and led me away from a land where the trees were dressed in leaves of blue and robed choirs of border collies sang sea shanties in Gaelic.   
The gardenias brought me back to my feather bed and quietly returned to their vase on the table.  But they could entice me to open my eyes,  for my other senses were telling a story of Spring in languages so lyrical I needed no sight to clarify or embellish their beautiful tale.
The roses that gallivant up over my window sent waves of sweet perfume into my room. I could see them clearly in my mind, a pink ballgown of Spring.
Cut only last night and placed in a majolica bowl on a table in the hallway, the magnolia blossom baptized every room with the clean, fresh aroma of lemons.  The bouquet reached my bedroom and I saw white dresses in sunlight.
I heard the faint sound of the robins as they splashed about in the birdbath, the hydrangea blooms gently shaking as each red-breasted bird hopped a bit closer, waiting his turn to dive in.  I could make them out perfectly from behind my closed lids.
Off in the distance, the faint roar of a lawn mower, from an early rising neighbor keen to outwit the heat of the day -  as visible to me as a painting.
A soft breeze played a vernal melody on the windchimes at the window and Edward sighed a contented sigh.
I could have been Frodo awakening in Rivendell, or Princess Aurora in her tower of stone. 
 But then, down the hallway, came the incense of morning, a cologne of a much different kind.  An invigorating smell, calling out to me from the world of schedules and lists, of tasks I must finish, and tasks yet to start.  
Black coffee.
  As only The Songwriter makes.  
My eyes popped open. 
I saw the morning sun had painted the bedroom with brushes dipped in pink and in gold. 
I saw Edward’s happy, smiling face.
  I bounded out of bed.

32 comments:

  1. Pamela, that was extraordinary! Thanks for sharing!

    Nancy

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  2. Your life sounds absolutely idyllic... Thanks for commenting and following my blog, really appreciate it. I'm glad to have found your blog, it's beautiful, serene full of poetry and Edward looks gorgeous! :-) Love from London x

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  3. Now that's what I call a good morning. I could feel it unfolding like turning open the first page of a picture book. Wonderful.

    (Thanks for joining in my giveawa. Hooray for tea! *Cybersqueeze*)

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  4. Oh Pamela,
    I want to sleep in your four poster !! I think that I would have the best night's sleep ever !!!!.....not that I ever have any trouble sleeping but, I don't seeem to have the same dreams as you do.... and, I don't have an Edward !
    Beautifully written and a joy and delight to read. XXXX

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  5. 'Cut only last night and placed in a majolica bowl on a table in the hallway, the magnolia blossom baptized every room with the clean, fresh aroma of lemons.'

    I love it all but this one caught me...the magnolia blossom baptized every room....

    Just wonderful Pamela and the best part...the coffee waiting for you. Sounds like a wonderful morning to me :)

    Jeanne

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  6. I wouldn't have wanted to wake up either, but, ah, good coffee brewed while coming out of slumber - bliss.

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  7. What a glorious start to your day- the magnolia and the aroma of fresh coffee. My husband almost always starts the coffee on the weekends- sometimes he brings it to my room- if I pretend to be asleep!

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  8. Thanks for visiting my blog, what a lovely post!

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  9. What a lovely way to waken....a great potpourri of fragrances.

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  10. Ahhhhhhhh....and the quiet sound of me internally smiling...

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  11. So moving!! You are so good to write and create for us all!

    Karena
    Art by Karena

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  12. Dear Pamela
    beautiful once again... and the gardenias are my favourite flower.. they were my mum's favourite too.. I can smell them now reading your sweet prose... If only I woke this gently too!!! xxx Julie

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  13. Beautiful, and I only really say, Lucky You!
    I liked the gallivanting roses.

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  14. A lovely read Pamela - wish I could see Edward's smiling face. Would also rather like to sample the Songwriter's coffee - sounds good.

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  15. Your writing is a pure treat to read, it nourishes all the senses, in a delightful way.

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  16. "robed choirs of border collies sang sea shanties in Gaelic." only you could have dreamt of that!

    I don't think I have ever smelt gardenias, I must be missing something.

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  17. The roses that gallivant up over my window sent waves of sweet perfume into my room...I love this, I will plant a climbing rose under my bedroom window and will think of you all the while!
    Nothing better then to move from the dream world into your world with these lovely workings of the unconscious!
    XX
    Victoria

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  18. SO, so beautiful, Pamela! Funny, but as I read it I was indeed transported in my head to Rivendell, and there you mentioned that very same utopia!

    Perfect. Thank you for such wonderful imagery just before I lay my head down for the night!

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  19. I felt it as if I were in that very room...

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  20. What a perfect start to a beautiful day! Loved this post!

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  21. Pamela, the pictures your words paint are stunning. You are extraordinary, my friend.

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  22. What an exciting existence you and Edward lead.

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  23. I adore the perfume of gardenias,my favourites along with hyacinths,and jonquils. Much too heady for husband unfortunately, although he can appreciate the perfume of deep red roses, and the wonderful smell of brewing coffee in the morning.Lovely post Pamela.

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  24. What a joyous late spring post! Flowers and coffee and those you love all in one morning. Sounds like perfection to me, my friend! xoxo Gigi

    PS My verification word is "inkling." Doesn't that seem just right?!

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  25. Pamela~ Thank you for your sweet comment on Eat-Pray-Love. In this case I think I might see the movie first-then read the book if you enjoy it. My best to you and Edward.

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  26. I love those sounds and smells. Especially gardenias and coffee. But not together! :)

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  27. Thank You, You write beautifully Sincerely Jonny

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  28. Great start to the day! Hugs to Edward!

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  29. But so nice to remain enveloped in that sensory world for just a few moments longer, Pamela!

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  30. I adore gardenias. My date and I wore them at my high school prom. How lovely to wake to their scent! I hate the endless lawnmowers of summer too, but the rest of your morning sounds delightful.

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