An Orchid Morning Greeting
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. E. B. White
I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day. E. B. White
Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. Charles Dickens Canon 7d, 100mm f/2.8L, 4.0 sec, f/22, ISO 125, AWB. Lightroom Adjustments: White balance auto adjustment, OnOne Preset: tinting red, exposure, clarity -26, vibrance […]
Tiptoe through the window By the window, that is where I’ll be Come tiptoe through the tulips with me Oh, tiptoe from the garden By the garden of the willow tree And tiptoe through the tulips with me Knee deep in flowers we’ll stray We’ll keep the showers […]
If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome. Anne Bradstreet ‘Meditations Divine and Moral,’ 1655 Longwood Gardens, Kennett Square, Pennsylvania. Orchid Extravaganza.
All this winter drab is making me crave color. Spring color, bright color, color that is bold, color that is muted. Any color, all color. Let’s all think of spring with azaleas blooming, a true hallmark of the American south, dotting the landscape and tucked with the trees. […]
YELLOW ROSES By J. Hooker Hamersley (1896) T’is the “old, old story” of youth and maid, Through memory’s chasms, re-echoing low, Of rich, yellow roses, a cluster he sent, In the long ago – In the long ago. A wee dainty note in its heart lay hid, […]
Delicate as the giant dandelion seed head found in the countryside of Provence. Brought to Maryland and planted in the garden, where their delicate nature prevented them from growing. Blow them and make a wish.
Foxglove by Mary Webb The foxglove bells, with lolling tongue, Will not reveal what peals were rung In Faery, in Faery, A thousand ages gone. All the golden clappers hang As if but now the changes rang; Only from the mottled throat Never any echoes float. Quite forgotten, […]
I am Thankful for the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars. The Earth, the Sea and the Sky. And the Birds and the Bees.