Monday, June 28, 2010

Name this flower

 
 Not sure what this flower is called.  I see it in many Connecticut gardens.
Anyone?
UPDATE: Thank you facebook friends!  It is a Yellow Primrose.
 

Monday, June 21, 2010

For Luna

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/21/2010:
 Moonbeam Coreopsis planted in honor of our sweet dog Luna 
who passed away this time last year.  We miss you Luna!

Friday, June 18, 2010

Sweet em!

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/18/2010:
We are preparing for Emma's 6th grade graduation.  
I've been going through old photos and found this gem.  What a sweetie!!!  

Life is but a day

Life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit.
-John Keats Sleep and Poetry

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Just right

Every now and then,
when the world sits just right,
a gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight...
~Hazelmarie ‘Mattie’ Elliott, A Breath of Heaven

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

If and freckles

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/15/2010:
If
    If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
    And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
    Life would be delight,--
    But things couldn't go right
    For in such a sad plight
    I wouldn't be I.
    If earth was heaven and now was hence,
    And past was present, and false was true,
    There might be some sense
    But I'd be in suspense
    For on such a pretense
    You wouldn't be you.
    If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
    And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
    Things would seem fair,--
    Yet they'd all despair,
    For if here was there
    We wouldn't be we.
    ~e.e. cummings
     
    Lovely poem, yes?  And, so true.  Except for the freckle part...because the freckled faces of my children are some of the loveliest sights I'll ever see.  
    Don't you agree?

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sweet Pink Roses

Whispers of the Pink Rose
Standing in my enchanted garden upon tip-toes
I tried to reach the upper-most pink rose
My daughter came running, her face aglow
Dear mom, why do you love the pink rose so
And my thoughts spun back in time
To my favourite pastime
I remembered that day clearly, I was so sad
And feeling a bit left out too, I must add
I know now that the pink rose will always prevail
As the memory lane to my very first fairy tale
It was the day I was bewitched like no other
And the pink rose became the symbol for my mother
On that warm, golden and crisp spring day
A day when my Daddy seemed so far away
My favourite playmate, my big sister
Her first day of school had concurred
The baby was crying and chaos rained
I started crying too, everything was insane
Then as if by magic, Chaos merged into Peace
My baby-sister was soon fast asleep
The house was refreshingly spick and span
And mystical awakenings had began
Eyes sparkling, I floated dreamily on soft lap
As Mom opened a book nicely wrapped
Mesmerizing, she slowly turned the pages
I saw dragons and princesses from all ages
But what enraptured me most of all
Were pink roses forming a castle wall
And as the story of Sleeping Beauty unfurled
I was transported to a magical world
Dear daughter, seemingly in a wink
My mother had transformed Sorrow into Roses of Pink
A fragrant memory of that day still flows
I still hear the alluring whispers of the pink rose
Sweet Pink Roses to remind me
of a mother so clever

May pink roses bloom in your life too...forever

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Prayer in a garden...

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/13/2010:
Prayer in a Garden
Today the world seemed cruel, but evening hours
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.
I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my lacy Lilac tree;
I heard the robins stirring in their nest;
And saw the path that fairy feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.
The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,
Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.
Dear god, who is so near to flowers, and birds,
Be nearer still, as I shall search for words
To thank thee for the blessings night revealed,
Which through the day discouragement concealed.
-Eva Sparks TAYLOR

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Pretty Peony open

Garden Sanctuary
You who walk,
Maybe with troubled thoughts,
Come, enter here and rest;
And may the sweet serenity of growing things,
And the heavenly peace
Be mirrored in thy soul.
-Doxis M. Palmer

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Wild Rose

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/06/2010:
"Here the white-ray'd anemone is born,
Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup;
And primrose in its purfled green swathed up,
Pallid and sweet round every budding thorn,
Gray ash, and beech with rusty leaves outworn.
Here, too the darting linnet hath her nest
In the blue-lustred holly, never shorn,
Whose partner cheers her little brooding breast,
Piping from some near bough. O simple song!
O cistern deep of that harmonious rillet,
And these fair juicy stems that climb and throng
The vernal world, and unexhausted seas
Of flowing life, and soul that asks to fill it,
Each and all of these,--and more, and more than these!"
-   William Allingham, In a Spring Grove

Saturday, June 5, 2010

New Iris is a bloomin'

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/05/2010:
"Spiritual power molds physical and material conditions, but spiritual power is never in a hurry....Never try to force the door and to go into any condition by force; just wait and you will conserve all the power which will be necessary for you to accomplish your work at the given time. If things do not happen as you want them to happen, know that a better way is being found. Trust, and never forget that the true way is the way of love. Flowers do not force their way with great strife. Flowers open to perfection slowly in the sun....
Everything happens at the right moment...."    ~ White Eagle

Friday, June 4, 2010

Three little purple flowers

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/04/2010:

"And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays:
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten."
-   James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Happy Daisies

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/03/2010:
""Summer is coming!" the soft breezes whisper;
"Summer is coming!" the glad birdies sing.
Summer is coming - I hear her quick footsteps;
Take your last look at the beautiful Spring.
Lightly she steps from her throne in the woodlands:
"Summer is coming, and I cannot stay;
Two of my children have crept from my bosom:
April has left me but lingering May.
"What tho' bright Summer is crownèd with roses.
Deep in the forest Arbutus doth hide;
I am the herald of all the rejoicing;
Why must June always disown me?" she cried.
Down in the meadow she stoops to the daisies,
Plucks the first bloom from the appletree's bough:
"Autumn will rob me of all the sweet apples;
I will take one from her store of them now."
Summer is coming! I hear the glad echo;
Clearly it rings o'er the mountain and plain.
Sorrowful Spring leaves the beautiful woodlands,
Bright, happy Summer begins her sweet reign."
-   Dora Goodale, Summer is Coming

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Pretty Peony closed

Creative Every Day/Flickr Project 365 photo for 6/02/2010:

"On this June day the buds in my garden are almost as enchanting as the open flowers. Things in bud bring, in the heat of a June noontide, the recollection of the loveliest days of the year -those days of May when all is suggested, nothing yet fulfilled."

-  Francis King