Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Pink Love

There was a pink love
Many years ago
Which existed in my heart

Slowly that love ceased
And lost its beautiful colour
But I still remember
That exceptional love of flower

From the poem:  Pink Love   By:  Suraiya Helen

Monday, July 30, 2012

Bee Happy

Photos by Eric Garzon

This bee clearly loves his job!

He spots this beautiful Rose of Sharon hibiscus flower and dives right in.

Rolling around, even upside down, he collects every last bit of nectar, getting completely covered in sticky white pollen.

Despite a slow lift-off, he can't wait to get into the next flower!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

The Poetry of Light

Playing with the light of the universe.

Light composes its own poetry.

With every shot, magic is created.

I simply hold the camera.
Light creates the story.

Saturday, July 28, 2012


Chickadee, Chickadee,
There's a love 'twixt you and me;

Doff your little cap of black,
Whistle low and echo back,

Ever distant, always near,
Spirit of the morning clear,

Elfin spirit of the air,
Twitting, flitting, everywhere,

When the world is cold and gray,
Where the road's a weary way,

Every hill-top rings again,
Lifts me on with your refrain,
Chickadee, Chickadee.

From the poem: Chickadee   By: Raymond Tosteven Bond

Friday, July 27, 2012

The Toad and I

A toad hopped up one day to me
And said nothing

But looked quite serious and made it clear
That he and I were not that different.

Sitting there for hours, we said nothing and did nothing,
Each of us a stone in our own ways.

From: This Toad and I     By: Caleb Pendleton

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Rose Petal Rain

I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush.  Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on.  They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet;  And it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

From the poem: Roses    By: George Eliot

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Mad Hatter

It has always seemed to me that the red Monarda would have felt right at home as a character in Alice in Wonderland.

"There is a place.  Like no place on earth.  A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger!  Some say to survive it:  You need to be as mad as a hatter.  Which luckily I am."

* From the movie: Alice in Wonderland

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Butterfly Dreams

Insight, like a stained glass window
Fractures sunlight to paint a scene
Colors pushed up against another
Creating thoughts for us to dream

From: Stained Glass Windows     By: Kathy Paysen

It's only as I stand there, camera in hand, waiting for the Monarch to open its wings, that I notice  how often it is attacked by other insects.  This beautiful creature never gets a break!

Can you find the Monarch hiding in this picture?

Sunday, July 22, 2012

It's Daisy Time

See the grass is full of stars
Fallen in their brightness;

Hearts they have of shining gold,
Rays of shining whiteness.

From: Daisy Time     By: Marjorie Pickthall

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Make yourself at home!

You know when you have a friend over and you tell them, "make yourself at home?"  You want them to feel relaxed and happy so they will stay long and visit often.

Here's one of my favourite friends, one of the bluejay "kids" that hatched this summer, wiping his beak on a shirt on my clothesline.

He's got that "aren't I cute" look down pat (the one that my kids had when they were doing something they weren't supposed to.)

Here are two siblings pretending to feed each other, or kissing...
Do bluejays do that?

We had a new visitor to our feeders this year.  A Chipping Sparrow, so cute! (and he goes perfectly with our feeder)

And last but not least I finally got a picture of Mr. Cardinal taking a bath.

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. 


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