All year I tend to a tiny painted ceramic pot that holds a bulb that has been there for years. Wait and wait I do, while watering and feeding. Waiting for spring for the pair of red Amaryllis flowers to blossom. The time is nearly here! Spring is […]
I went up with a couple of friends to visit the Home & Garden Show in the Maryland fairgrounds. I’m still trudging through the photos that I took today. Especially the orchid images from their orchid show which was spectacular. For tonight, let’s all think of green. Perhaps […]
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. Anais Nin Canon 7d, 100-400mm f/4.5 L at 250mm. Lightroom Edits: Clarity -14, Luminance smoothing +24. Edits in Nik Color Efex Pro 4. Bicolor Filter […]
In a field of sunflowers that face the rising sun, smiling faces shine brightly for all to see. We can all get lost in a field of sunflowers feeling like a child once again.
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.
A little known gem of a natural preserved area across from Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse is the JILONA. This Jupiter Inlet Lighthouse Outstanding National Area is one of just a few places in the country that have received this designation by the Bureau of Land Management. The only ONA […]
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, […]
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 