Wisteria love
I had a lovely visit with my mum!
Before going off to the hotel where we were staying,
She urged me to walk to the neighbouring village
To enjoy the house with the wisteria.
And I’m glad I did!
The front door declared the house was called
The Old Priory.
Look at the windows and the flowers —
I fell in love. Who wouldn’t?
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August’s universe
August offers up a universe of lovely bouquets:
A dazzling pink galaxy of flowers;
Yellow suns floating in the wind;
Or a floral star in the sky;
And, finally, an orange planet
Of gorgeous, sunlit petals.
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With a cherry on top
Last week, I passed the park with the Japanese sakura trees very early in the morning.
It was minus degrees, frosty and very cold —
But that didn’t stop this photo shoot (the model had bare feet)!
Later on that week, I returned on a sunnier day
Just in time for a wedding photo shoot under the blossoms.
You can’t help but smile
Underneath that candy floss canopy of flowers!
(I’m only posting once this week as I’m away filming at the end of the week.)
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Say it with flowers
Small villages around England compete
In the ‘Best Flowers’ competition every summer.
And Bramber is no exception.
The facades of pubs and inns
Are decked out in glorious technicoloured blooms.
Watering the flowers is quite a challenge —
You start from the top and let the water run down.
Even the windows of the building housing
The public toilets are decked out in petalled finery.
(And yes – Bramber has won the competition several times.)
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Flower power
We’ve had a lot of rain this summer —
And it’s been wonderful discovering the different flowers in the garden.
Raindrops are beautiful kisses
On the petalled lips of tulips,
While bringing out the fragrance
Of the lilacs.
(This post is scent with love
From me to you.)
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The art of wilting gracefully
I think there is much to be said
For flowers (and people) that have blossomed out, lived life
And then begin to wilt gracefully.
There is elegance in silken petals
(And lined faces).
Drooping flowers — and ageing people for that matter —
Have their own beauty and wisdom.
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Pink petal profusion
One of the highlights of spring is enjoying the sakura
Or Japanese cherry blossoms in the centre of Stockholm.
The sakura speak to us of
What is possible
And of petalled beauty
That lasts only a short time,
Blooming without holding back
And reminding us that life is like the sakura:
Fleeting, fragile, fabulous.
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And don’t forget: Skywatch.
Frozen beauty
Saturday morning was well below freezing.
Passing by the local church, I saw
A riot of colours on the grass.
Bouquets of flowers for the departed:
From iced-over pastel pink
And bright, frosted
Folds of orange
To the quieter tones
Of white beauty.
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Photobombing fun
It’s tulip season again — and it’s always
Lovely to bring spring inside when it’s still winter outside.
Ruby wanted to get in on the action
And provided a warm, fuzzy background for the tulips.
Now it was time to photograph Ruby,
But the tulips had other ideas and decided
To photobomb her! 😉
(Or maybe it was just me having fun with different focus points.)
Then Simmie decided it was unfair
That he wasn’t in the pictures,
So he muscled in on the action,
Photobombing Ruby.
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Amazonian beauty
The botanical gardens in Stockholm
Have a round greenhouse, and every year,
If you’re lucky – you can see the world’s largest water lily,
Victoria Amazonica, in bloom.
The large domed roof of the greenhouse
Filters the light so that the room
Is filled with a magical green.
Some of the lilies were
Just peeking out of their pods
While others had already unfurled
Into petalled perfection.
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