Friday, July 20, 2012

The Trumpet


While you are listening to the clear horn,


Forget, men, everything on this earth newborn,


Except that it is lovelier than any mysteries.


Open your eyes to the air
That has washed the eyes of the stars
Through all the dewy night.

From: The Trumpet  By: Edward Thomas


Here is my trumpet-lined walkway which smells so heavenly that I slow my steps and stroll ever so slowly by, letting the perfume take me away. 


6 comments:

  1. Rosemary, the lily "trumpet" is my weakness. Unfortunately they aren't hardy in our winter. Very nice lilies, you're lucky!

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    1. It's too bad that you can't have them in your garden Nadezda, they smell so wonderful!

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    1. Thanks Jill, they are still going strong, scenting up my garden :)

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  3. Rosemary, that is a wonderful path up to your house. Talk about creating some fairy magic and frontyard appeal. Nice work!

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    1. Thanks, this time of year there is an explosion of colour and perfume!

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Thank you so much for your kind words :)

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