Tuesday, August 18, 2015

The Personalities Of Pink


Sometimes pink arrives with trumpets.
Deep and throaty,
they shout out from
the back of the garden.

Their personality is unmistakeable;
tall and stately,
they command my attention.

Sometimes pink arrives with a twinkle,
with a momentary flash
that catches my eye,
as if a fairy has suddenly fluttered by.

Did I really see it?
Or, was it just my imagination?

Sometimes pink plays tricks on me.
It hides behind things,
choosing objects that are transparent,
invisible, 
then takes on their form,
like this spider's web.

Sometimes pink has a job to do.

It colours the petals
that create this fortress,
to hide, from potential thieves,
a fortune of
sun-infused jewels.

Sometimes pink attracts things
that like sweetness,
like bees and wasps
and flies
...and
me!

And sometimes pink arrives
without a sound.
I notice the garden is quiet,
serene, peaceful
and calm.

That's how I know
pink has
arrived.


Friday, August 14, 2015

A Mysterious Life


Life is mysterious.
It's not straight and easy to navigate.
It's not easy to see all,
or know all.


It's full of curious characters.
Some are obvious,
while others are hidden,
 to be discovered along the way.


There are many bends in the road.
Part of life is clear and right in front of you
but who knows what lies ahead.

And that's what makes it interesting.



There are shocks and surprises
as we battle danger and adversity.
There is friendship and love
in the connections we make along the way.

We build on what we learn.


Life is fragile and precious
and that's what makes it valuable.

Cherish each moment.


Saturday, August 8, 2015

Lit From Within



The sun intensifies.

It's yellow light
makes everything glow
as if lit from within.


Cicadas and crickets buzz and click
filling the air with their non-stop, jazzy tempo
and sweat trickles down the small of my back
with the smallest of movements
...or no movement at all.


Garden chores have to wait
as I sip drinks stacked full of ice cubes,


And watch everything around me grow
and ripen,


knowing that fall is but a step away.


Wednesday, August 5, 2015

The Last One


It's sad but true,
that when we have something in abundance
we can become nonchalant about it.

For a number of reasons
(mainly raccoons)
I rarely have more
than one or two lily pad flowers each summer.

I'm starting to think this is a good thing.


Because they are scarce,
I drool over each stage of their development.
From just barely visible under water
to the emerging bulb,
until finally, they are the gorgeous,
pink, multi-petalled, floating beauty you see here.


I'm happy they are so rare
because this makes me regard them
as precious.


Thursday, July 30, 2015

Singing The Blues


There's something special about the colour blue.
In my garden it's a fairly rare colour
so when I see it, I can't help but stop and stare.

The flowers in the first photo, a type of forget-me-not,
were given to me by my youngest son
when he was eight-years-old.
Twelve years later they continue to reseed themselves.

Every time I see their cheerful blue petals
I think of my son
and how sweet it was of him to think of me.


This blue cornflower isn't more than one inch in diameter
but its magnetic shade of blue
can catch my eye from across the yard.


My favourite shade of delphinium,
aptly named Sky Blue.


And the best shade of blue?
Nothing beats a blue sky on a hot summer's day.


Monday, July 13, 2015

Magic Is In The Air


Did you know that flowers exhale magic?


That their blooms light the air?


If you don't believe me,
give one a (gentle) shake
and watch the magic tumble out.


Thursday, July 2, 2015

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Red


The colour you can't forget.


It sparks a fire in your eyes


that travels to your heart


and all of a sudden you want to dance.



Thursday, June 18, 2015

Wonderful Weeds!


Common Knapweed...
The name hardly does it justice.


Centaurea, it's proper name,
suits it much better.

It sounds like a secret
and hints at a history of magic and mystery.


This weed casts a spell on me
every spring.

Its long ghostly fingers
and shimmering colours


catch my eye
and draw me in
closer
and closer.


Thursday, June 11, 2015

Purple Rain


We're quick to curse the rain.
We blame it for ruining
a day, any day,
our day.


But if you're lucky enough
to like flowers and photography


You will thank the rain
for the way it scatters its liquid diamonds
and multiplies the beauty
of everything.


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