Monday, April 24, 2017
Friday, April 21, 2017
It is often mistaken for phlox which blooms later in the year.
Rosebud lips and soft copper eyes
Waited on by fireflies
Crowned with fern and laurel bits.
She's Eo's sister...Hesperis.
On Easter we walked on a beautiful nature trail in the Meadows area of Innsbrook Missouri.It parallels a small branch of Charrette Creek. It is of the finest Missouri woods.There are limestone boulders and a cliff along a gradual trail which has only one steep spot.The trail came to a wonderful benchwhere it was peacefulby the silent creek.There were many spring wildflowers including this wild geranium whichwas sprouting out of a rock.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Wednesday, April 19, 2017
Hippeastrum is my proper Latin name I am so spectacular I simply put others to shame From a large bulb my green shoots will grow I dwarf the other plants I love to be on show With my elevated position I look down on other plants They are tiny in comparison and look like little ants When my tip emerges it contains my superior flower head My blooms can live for three weeks yet other flowers are dead I am the king of flowers I can produce three flower stem My trumpets are enormous, people stand and gaze at them I have no scent for you to smell when I am flowering The intensity of my blooms would make it overpowering Once I've finished blooming I deserve a two-month rest Then I will re-flower for you and show the world I am the best! 05~04~15 My chosen flower - Amaryllis meaning pride Contest:- Picture yourself as a flower – Andrea Dietrich
Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Monday, April 10, 2017
budded out and are beginning to bloom. The buds began about two weeks ago.
Moistens here and there.
Red and white and many colors,
Azalea blooms everywhere.
The leaves are Small and the flowers are delicate,
They mix well densely and charming.
The beauty of the azalea looks like
the goose's feather brightened by fire flaming.
Poem by Charles WOO
Saturday, April 8, 2017
I love miniature flowers. I found these small flowers in the meadow behind the house. I have lived here for more than 35 years and have never seen them before. The entire meadow is a carpet of these tiny flowers. There were just too many to see. Imagine a whole field of them.
They are least bluets (Houstonia minima). They are also called tiny bluets and star violets.They are a precursor to spring. The flowers are about 1/4 inch wide and grow at the top of a slender stemthat usually branches only once near the middle. The petals (40 can be purple blue, deep violet or white and they have a reddish center and a yellow throat. These are pale violet.A closer look reveals the delicate colors.These tiny flowers are very uniform in size, height , and color. The excitement of seeing themout of nowhere will allow me to look for them every spring from now on - right about the time thatSpring Beauty appears. The least bluet has a large number of common names including Quaker Ladies, Quaker Bonnets, Little Washerwoman, Blue-eyed babies, Wild forget-me-not, Eye Bright, Angel Eyes, Nuns, Innocents
Star of Bethlehem, Venus' Pride, and just plain bluets.
Monday, April 3, 2017
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Friday, March 31, 2017
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Monday, March 27, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
There are several beds of phlox within the gnome gardens which have begun to bloom in the last few days.The details are amazing.I had not seen the purple spots on the white petals before this close up.Denel KesslerMar 15, 2016
The Mountain keeps all secrets. Crusted lichen on timeworn boulders. High altitude longing for alpine daisies. Carefree blossoms, long ago plucked, gone to seed, restless in the fertile ground. Wildflowers bloom shortly sweet, fleeting paintbrush to layered canvas. Fairy slippers lost on crumbling doorsteps. Glacier lilies pressed between avalanched pages. Forget-me-nots in forgotten blue hollows. The common harebell feels anything but common when seen through a lover's eyes. Forest tiger, your bulbs taste bitter. Purple lupines sage with fuzzy-leafed logic. Fireweed, erect, unadorned, eternally reaching. Lousewort, spreading phlox, leave this scarlet alone. Listen to Indian Henry, it's bad luck to trample what is sacred. The devil dreams behind steep and sheltered walls. Keep to the Wonderland, bypass this Trail of Shadows. Seek ancient hunting grounds, steadfast shelter in the wooded clearing. There is no pearly everlasting along these old trails. Paradise lost may never be regained.
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Your beauty sings harmony with a cantata sunrise, euphoric melodies in viola and piccolo lingering 'pon a lavender haze of periwinkle whispers, symphonic poetry afloat of dawn's breezes, ecstasy in tangerine desires, wafting concertos of passion as I listen quietly to my day once again beginning with the perfect lyrics of your smile
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
Monday, March 13, 2017
Carved in stone, lost in time,
freezing my parted smile,
Peering down into the unknown,
I sit next to you, toting my arms:
Where is the world
that breathed you to life?
On this lonely peak, tires
upon tires of hopes and dreams
retreat into the the terraced
spirals of mists; Every mystical
dawn dissolves into the lakes.
Gnomes bear the burden of
mysterious gates to the beyond,
as whispers tiptoe to strains
of the Quijongo.
Here epochs and worlds end.
And counts begin all over again.
Thursday, March 9, 2017
The daffodils, like the weather have been coming in by dribs and drabs. Now there is a second wave.We expect snow this week-end.
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
And from thy slender store two loaves
alone to thee are left,
Sell one & from the dole,
Buy Hyacinths to feed the soul"
- Muslihuddin Sadi,
13th Century Persian Poet