THE FIRST BLOOM . . . CAMELLIA

 

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Today my camellia bloomed for the first time.

I am thrilled.

Enchanted.

This polished  elegant flower

Mine.

To adore

and gaze with awe

at such graceful beauty.

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Extravagantly

Blushing pink.

Pure magic.

 

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Budding.

Promising a hundred flowers.

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Oh joy.

Oh bless.

Oh camellia  mine.

 

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SPRING CROCUS

 

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In blue and yellow from its grave

Springs up the crocus fair,

And God shall raise those bright blue eyes,

Those sunny waves of hair.

Not for a fading summer’s morn,

Not for a fleeting hour,

But for an endless age of bliss,

Shall raise our heart’s dear flower

Harriet Beecher Stowe

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To walk out in the garden.  To close your eyes and simply breath the smell of spring.  Then to discover the magic of blooming crocuses.  A wonderful surprise for these were volunteers.  It makes them doubly precious.  A thrilling  gift that brings a bit of happiness to ones day.  Spring is indeed here.  Oh Joy!

THE COLOUR OF LOVE

 

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In our life there is a single colour,

as on an artist’s palette,

which provides the meaning of life and art.

It is the colour of love.

 

(Marc Chagall, 1887 – 1985 – considered to be the quintessential Jewish artist of the TwentiethCentury)

I took this photograph in April 2004 at  the beautiful  Keukenhof Gardens, just outside Amsterdam.

PLUNDERERING THE PEONIES

 

 

A torrential  rain storm was forecast for today.  My neighbor, Angela and I,  rushed around the garden saving the peonies from wet destruction.  Arms loaded with flowers we looked skyward.   The best blooms had picked.  Bring on the rain – one more time.

 

 

 

 

THIS MORNING IN MY GARDEN

Last July this exquisite  deeply ruffled poppy appeared in my flower bed.  It was a volunteer.  I hadn’t seen it in any of the neighbor’s gardens.   It  was a marvelous gift that  I eagerly anticipated its return  this summer.    Thank you, thank you mysterious poppy.

Mysterious poppy picture taken 7 a.m July 3, 2011

SUNDAY MORNING IN THE GARDEN

 

 

Early morning.   It’s very quiet, very calm.  Air fragrant, music filled with bird song.   Around me the fields are soft and brown,  seeds planted, waiting.  I’ve taken my cup of cafe au lait,  a pile of cook-books, and pajama clad I start  my day.

 

 

Poppies blooming at 7:00 am, Sunday June 26, 2011

DAFFODILS (1804 Wordsworth) ‘Bradner Flower Show, Abbortsford, B.C. Canada’

I  wander’d lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,


When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,


They stretch’d in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:


Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company;


I gazed – and gazed – but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

Daffodils courtesy the BRADNER FLOWER SHOW AND DAFFODIL FESTIVAL.

Joyful moments  and garden delights shared with my good friend and gardening guru, Dellis.


FIRST DAY OF SPRING

So ends the first day of spring.  A day with brilliant sunshine.   Sunset  and the local mountains are draped in pale pink snow.  Earlier in the day I searched  the garden looking for spring flowers.  I was rewarded.

Crocuses splash the earth with shimmering white,

Daffodils tightly budded but promising much,

Hyacinths brave and bountiful.

Cherry blossoms tossing their petals like bridal confetti to the sky.

Welcome spring.  We  have been waiting long for you.

A FROSTY MORNING ON THE FARM

A day of brilliant sunshine and frost bejeweled gardens.

My “picture of the day” can’t be limited to just one.     So much to see this morning.

January 3rd and the spring bulbs are pushing their way to the sun.

Rushing across the crunchy grass – the newest addition to the Farm.  Beautiful Mocha,  two months old, half Great Pyrenees, the other half part Lab, part German Shepard, part Pyrenees, one hundred percent love.

A NEW YEAR’S ROSE

This morning I discovered a rose blooming – in the garage.  We had moved our potted rose bushes into the garage to protect them from the unseasonably cold weather.  This is definitely the last rose of  2010.    Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.

You love the roses – so do  I.   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!

(Roses by George Eliot)

My very best  wishes for a positive New Year.