Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Is it your face
that adorns the garden?
Is it your fragrance
that intoxicates this garden?
Is it your spirit
that has made this brook
a river of wine?
Hundreds have looked for you
and died searching
in this garden
where you hide behind the scenes.
But this pain is not for those
who come as lovers.
You are easy to find here.
You are in the breeze
and in this river of wine.
What is blooming in this garden of mine? Not too much- but I managed to catch a few blooms before they wither in this heat and dryness.
And here is Kayla- your tour guide as we begin on the back steps.
We begin with a few of our deck plantings.
Palest blush and softest petals.
Blowsy, voluptuos hydrangea. Pink AND blue on the same shrub- gotta love that!
Lythrum and gooseneck veronica- wild and all over the place- like me, I guess!
Scrubby, shrubby roses
And, probably my least favorite flower-Daylilies- don't ask me why, I don't know.
And my awesome Mother's Day gift- a pineapple plant.
And, as I was doing this post, I saw these out of the corner of my eye outside of my office window.
In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful. ~Abram L. Urban