Song of the Flower

Every evening I go outside to water the annuals...............

And every evening I check the peonies.
Closely.
Like a little girl really - sometimes I get down on my hands and knees to inspect them

They're oh so close now...............and every day I tell myself  " tomorrow "

I'm like a child who opens up Christmas gifts -

and though I love them all

and truly appreciate every single " gift " that blossoms

my eyes keep darting back to that " big " present behind the tree - the one that was highest on my
wish list

and then finally it happens -
I almost screamed out loud - seriously - I gasped and bit my tongue - but the excitement was palpable
the first blossom - only half opened and I'm beside myself with pure joy !!!
My favorite color of peony to boot!

7 large bushes - filled to the brim with peonies
Oh this is good
This is sooooo good !

My garden
My salvation

from this  ( I prefer the outdoors reality to the indoors one )  John worked his butt off this weekend - what a sickening job - and you wouldn't believe the stench that came off the " fur " he had to scrape off!

Maybe I'll paint peonies on the floor?

And for those of you that love poetry as much as I - enjoy ♥

Song of the Flower XXIII by Khalil Gibran

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.


At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.


The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.


As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.


I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.


I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.


But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

Have a wonderful Monday all ( or as wonderful as a Monday can actually be )


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