Posts Tagged "forget me not"

Funny Little White Flowers

Posted by on May 19, 2016 in Garden Thoughts | 4 comments

Today is the 5th of May. Yesterday was Star Wars day and Sunday shall be Mother’s Day. We are now nearly two months into spring and today, for the first time since March 21st, I feel as if I can completely relax and stop worrying about unexpected cold and snow. Just a week ago, we had another storm that left its mark on all the emerging growth. The tulips were once again flattened as were the alliums but worse yet the fritillarias. I would love one season where these bulbs of the lily family were left unaffected. So it brings me to the inspiration behind the title of this post. Three weeks...

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Equinox to Solstice

Posted by on Jul 20, 2015 in Garden Thoughts | 0 comments

Equinox to Solstice

I think of springtime and the words I left behind. I see the images now reeling in my mind. Greens of all shades and life springing forth. Now with summer, those images have evolved into various oranges, reds and yellows. Summertime. When I woke this morning the sun was shining in my eyes and returning again were the words I left behind. Making the most of time is in art form itself. The ground thawed, the clover sprouted, the daffodils came and went and projects needed to be done. Summertime. My life is made of all the things I find beautiful. Summertime. Autumn is edging its way ever...

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Summer Lamentations

Posted by on Oct 20, 2014 in Garden Thoughts | 0 comments

Summer Lamentations

I surreptitiously slip in softly, quietly, gliding along the winds of spring. The last remnants of cold and winter soon become just a fleeting memory. Spring O! spring! What a vibrant, multi-colored tapestry you have woven! I offer all this precious new life my protection with my warmth and long days. Heraldry! No other mornings compare to the aubades sung with such fervor by the growing numbers of my winged followers. My fiery sun glowing strong provides all the radiant heat welcomed by the earth below. Days o’ days. They are long, lazy and meandering which is the intent. The rising moon...

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