Love of gardening.

"The Love of Gardening is a Seed Once Sown, that Never Dies"~ Gertrude Jekyll

Recipe

For Irish Brown Bread.

In the land of words.

In the land

of words,

I stand as still

as a tree

and let the words

rain down on me.

Come, rain, bring

your knowledge and your

music. Sing

while I grow green

and full.

I’ll stand as still

as a tree,

and let your blessings

fall on me.

-Eloise Greenfield.

Periwinkle

Reply to the question.

take the leaf of a tree

trace its exact shape

the outside edges

and inner lines

memorize the way it is fastened to the twig

(and how the twig arches from the branch)

how it springs forth in April

how it is panoplied in July

by late August

crumple it in your hand

so that you smell its end-of-summer sadness

chew its woody stem

listen to its autumn rattle

watch it as it atomizes in the November air

then in winter

when there is no leaf left

  invent one.

-Eve Merriam.

It's not a garden.....

.......without  a Robin.

The Color Purple.

The life that I have.

The life that I have

Is all that I have

And the life that I have

Is yours.

The love that I have

Of the life that I have 

Is yours and yours and yours

A sleep I shall have

A rest I shall have

Yet death will be but a pause

For the peace of my years

In the long green grass

Will be yours and yours

And Yours.

Poem by Leo Marks British Cryptographer,

from his amazing book, Between Silk and Cyanide.

Dwarf Iris after the rain.

The first Bee of the year.

I just don't read enough...

At last....

Blue skies and white clouds....Yes!

The fact that I can....

Vision.

Today there have been lovely things

I never saw before;

sunlight through a jar of marmalade;

a blue gate;

a rainbow

in soapsuds on dishwater;

candlelight on butter;

the crinkled smile of a little girl

who had new shoes with tassels;

a chickadee on a thorn-apple;

empurpled mud under a willow,

where white geese slept;

white ruffled curtains sifting moonlight

on the scrubbed kitchen floow;

the under-side  of a white-oak leaf;

ruts in the road at sunset;

an egg yolk in a blue bowl.

My love kissed my eyes last night.

-May Thielgaard Watts.

She stood in the storm.

She stood in the Storm.

And when the wind did not blow her away.

She adjusted her sails.

-Elizabeth Edwards.

Too often....

Memories of Summer.

Illumination 'Pink' Foxglove.

'Chocolate' Cosmos.

A Plan.

The calm before the storm

Blue skies, sunshine and white clouds this morning before more bad weather arrives.

At Last!

A dry day under blue skies.

On a Grey February Day....

....Primroses make me smile!