Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. Mother Teresa
By: Proserpina, 7:36 PM GMT op 31 augustus 2015
THE LOOK OF SEPTEMBER
"Sorrow and scarlet leaf,
Sad thoughts and sunny weather.
Ah me, this glory and this grief
Agree not well together!"
- Thomas Parsons, 1880, A Song For September
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
― Albert Camus
Updated: 11:06 PM GMT op 01 september 2015
By: Proserpina, 3:44 PM GMT op 31 juli 2015
GARDENS ARE A FORM OF AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
Robert Dash, Horticulture 1993
Life begins the day you start a garden.
My garden started the day that I was born, at least that’s the way I feel about gardening.
I have adored flowers since I was a little girl running around the countryside looking at and picking colorful flowers. I believe the first flowers that engaged my mind and senses were the Pop...
Updated: 1:17 PM GMT op 23 augustus 2015
By: Proserpina, 1:45 PM GMT op 01 juli 2015
Paul Revere's Ride
by Henry W. Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town tonight,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower, ...
Updated: 4:24 PM GMT op 28 juli 2015
By: Proserpina, 4:10 PM GMT op 02 juni 2015
JUNE IS FOR HYDRANGEAS
April is showers, May is Roses and flowers in general, and June? For me June is Hydrangeas and Daylilies. This year, right on cue, my Hydrangeas started to unfurl their petals on June 1!
According to Wikipedia, Hydrangea (or Hortensia) is a genus of 70–75 species of flowering plants native to southern and eastern Asia (China, Japan, Korea, the Himalayas, and Indonesia) and the Americas. Most are shrubs...
Updated: 1:00 AM GMT op 25 juni 2015
By: Proserpina, 6:30 PM GMT op 01 mei 2015
- Joyce Kilmer
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men-at-arms who come to pray.
The roses blossom white and red
On tombs where weary soldiers lie;
Flags wave above the honored dead
And martial music cleaves the sky.
Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel,
They kept the faith and fought the fight...
Updated: 1:00 AM GMT op 31 mei 2015