The Look of September

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

Garden Autobiography

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.

~Chinese Proverb

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

July

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

June

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

Celebrating Memorial Day - May

By: Proserpina, 6:30 PM GMT op 01 mei 2015

MAY

Memorial Day
- 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

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