It rains on the west coast!

Raindrops keep falling on my head (says the buttercup) If the sun refused to shine I will still be loving you (says the spider embracing the wild rose) Rush out in the rain and be soaked with the sky – Rumi and make wishes between rain drops   little drops of rain, whisper of the…

After the storm ( and monochrome madness)

and for Leanne Coles’ great Monochrome Madness 2-49 (posted a day early) I’m very aware that I have been neglecting my poor blog these days. I didn’t even post my Monochrome Madness image from last week though that is the only challenge I have been keeping up with on a regular basis. Stormy weather on…

The last rose of summer

Though winter is around the corner they are still blooming in Victoria Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone- Thomas Moore The Midas Rose and The Last Rose of Summer  – in Dublin –  beautifully played by Andre Rieu with Tin Whistle Virtuoso

Fresh (as rain drops)

I’m going with the The Daily Post theme of Fresh today. Living on the soggy west coast I might as well appeciate the freshness of rain on a Magnolia tree and our island saying of “if you don’t like the weather just wait five minutes!”  and on the lawn,  raindrops have turned dandelion puffs  into  glittering…

The spirit of Mimi’s flowers

Trying my hand at a still life Cosi gentile il profumo d’un fiore! Ma i fior ch’io faccio, Ahimè! non hanno odore. That gentle perfume of a flower! But the flowers that I make, Alas! have no smell. My grandfather loved the opera and when I was a child he and my grandmother sometimes took me…

Joyful

Spring arrives early on the west coast of Vancouver Island and along with it the sun at long last!!  Though just wait five minutes!! “There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?” ― Rumi

Flores de noche buena

The  beautiful Christmas Pachelbel What is Christmas without the wonderful Poinsettia?  It was known to the Aztecs of Mexico as ‘cuetlaxochitl.’  They used the red leaves to dye clothing and made a healing potion of the milky sap. Anyone wearing red was considered sacred and pure.   The “cuetlaxochitl” was also a symbol for lactating mothers. Later,…