Tuesday, May 23, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
Never Too Late For Love
It's never, never too late for a love that is true
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Wednesday, May 17, 2017
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Friday, May 5, 2017
Thursday, May 4, 2017
Miami Mist (Phacelia purshii) is an exquisite native perennial wildflower. It is in the waterleaf family
(Hydrophallaceae). It is also called purple scorpion weed. Its five petals are delicate lavender and the leaves are pinnate.The edges of the petals are a lacy fringe.These flowers were abundant along a trail in full sun.
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
I have planted myself in this garden so many times that the soil knows to not shift back into place when you rain.
You are my sun, clouds, oxygen.
I breathe you in and am filled with fiery hope.
Where there is hope there is fear.
I have been conquered.
My fragile heart is resilient when it comes to your ocean.
My brain is begging to drown.
You demolish my walls and demolish my roots for you,
then watch me attempt to regrow and rebuild the thick walls I need so badly.
You are my hero and my tormentor -
saving me and aching me over and over until you can enter my garden whenever you so choose.
This is love.
This place in my chest is supposed to feel sacred.
It does not feel sacred anymore unless you are watering me.
I wilt and bloom with your changing tides.
You will leave soon, and I will have to find another way to keep myself alive until you want to come home again.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
Monday, May 1, 2017
But in those three words it holds power
The power to say - don't let me go
Keep me in your heart where love can grow
by Margmax 2012
It has been raining for 5 days and when it stopped this
afternoon we went to see the results. Here is the outflow of our Lake Aspen.
After a beautiful walk we found a welcoming chalet and enjoyed the sounds of the falling water.
What did we drink on the deck - WATER. As you can see the sun came out.
There is nothing like Innsbrook when the woods are all leafed out.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
Friday, April 28, 2017
At the Lake house we have a small lilac bush. What it misses in size it makes up in persistence and
a powerful and pungent scent. Lilacs (Syringa vulgaris) are in the olive family, Oleaceae.Walt Whitman's long poem, one of my favorites, is about the death of Abraham Lincoln. Here are a few of its 16 stanzas.When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'dBy Walt Whitman1When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,And thought of him I love.3In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,A sprig with its flower I break.16Passing the visions, passing the night,Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' hands,Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul,Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet varying ever-altering song,As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, flooding the night,Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy,Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven,As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses,Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.I cease from my song for thee,From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee,O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night.Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night,The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul,With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe,With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird,Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for the dead I loved so well,For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands—and this for his dear sake,Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul,There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
The stem is light green. The basal leaves are linear or linear-lanceolate, slightly recurved and fleshy. There is a single central vein along the length of each leaf. The stem terminates in a floppy raceme of flowers. Each flower is about 8 mm. (1/3") across when it is fully open, consisting of 5 petals, 2 green sepals, 5 stamens with pink anthers, and a pistil with a tripartite style. The petals are white with fine pink stripes. The flowers open up on warm sunny days, and close during cloudy weather or at night. They are more or less erect while open, but nod downward while closed. There is a pleasant floral scent.
Spring Beauty by Mary T. Hoffman
Spring Beauty: a humble flower,
A pleasure to behold;
Delicate and unassuming,
Blooming on forest floor
Where nature's treasure lies in store
For those who seek in quiet places
A rare reward.
(Written May 2007)