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…
Tag: Flowers
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…
A Rose in Princes Street Gardens
A single rose can be my garden, a single friend my world– L Buscaglia
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
Morning of a fawn
After the rain last night it was a beautiful June morning in the garden. I think I’m getting the hang of the macro lens as I am thrilled again by the drops of water on the Gerbera this morning. You can see the garden reflected in them. http://www.mediafire.com/download/m147r9z77nchyx3/(Walk_Me_Out_in_the)_Morning_Dew_GD.wav Walk me out in the Morning Dew–…
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,…
