This delicate lily showed up in the side yard at the lake for the first time in five years.
Instead of making up a story to explain it I am just enjoying them.
To entertain, amuse, and edify.
Peonies look great even in white.Late SpringThis year the moisture has made thepeonies outside my studio soheavy with their beauty that theydroop to the ground and I thinkof my early love Emily Bronte.The cruelty of our different ageskept us apart.I tie and prop up the peoniesto prolong their lives,just as I would have nursed Emilyso she could see another spring.Jim Harrison In Search of Small GodsCopper Canyon Press 2009
This is a video of the wild flower garden taken by Jan. It shows the Sweet William delphiniums that have grown tall and daisies and now coreopsis. This is what it is like on a nice May day.She suggests that you turn the sound off and listen to the music in your head.
Forget-Me-Nots (Myositis) preceded the delphiniums this year. These delicate tiny beauties are best seen up close.That is not as simple a task as it used to be. This image shows the seed pods that grow along the stem and result in their yearly return.
Memories run together,
Some fade away.
Like the seasons of changing weather,
None here to stay.
The long roads we walked
To get to this place.
The ways that we talked,
Sometimes set in our ways.
Forget me not in the winter
When skies have turned to grey.
All the good times together
Shall never go away.
the girl's fish story
is a peony.Issa Haiku paraversed by Robin D. GillSummer 2005
I sleep under the wing
of night, singing
the long winter
requiem, stealing
purple out of the black
earth. I dream flesh
is made flower, bulb
is made heart, leaf
and stem unfurl
like new flags
breaking into light,
bearding the world again

We have had a ton of columbines this year. Although the cultivars are very showy, I still love the simplicity of the
natural columbine.The gnome garden is full of these delicate flowers.Some cultivars:
~ Sweet Columbine ~
How tiny is your heart of gold
And layered skirts so gay
Dance for me my sweet columbine
Your pretty swinging sway
I'll blow a gentle warming breath
And hum or gently play
As I sit and strum my golden lute
and dream the day away
Trees look down,
breath catching,
at reflections mirrored in mountain river's deep,
quiet pools;
those shy wallflower maidens
leaved in sizzle tinted dance gowns
blush scarlet beneath the sun's bold gaze,
accept his hand, swirling to a wind waltz.
September 20,2015