I haven’t been walking down to the lake that often
As the path is treacherously icy;
But when we do make it down there, Ruby is Queen of all she can see.
Splashes of purple
Look like frozen ribbons
Declaring ‘It’s not spring yet.’
No matter how much we pine (get the pun?)
For warmer times, we just have to appreciate what we have.
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Spring on ice is a lovely performance
With frozen splashes of purple,
Iced over buds of yellow
And the green candles of evergreens
Decorated with nature’s lights of ice.
(As you can see, we’ve have had some cold weather this week.)
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Before summer got into full swing over here,
Simson and I went out one early, dewy morning
To enjoy the happy suns of daffodils;
On purple baubles
And the vibrant splash
Of sunny silken petal.
It was hard work for Simson to lie still
And watch me —
Just look at the concentration on his face!
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Spring rejoices in the crocus —
Covering her with ice on those cold April mornings.
Spring comes dressed
As a single purple flower;
In a happy group
Or in a trio
Of petals and shadow and beauty.
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One of the delights of having an early frost
Is that you can capture both frost and colour:
This is one of my favourite photos from October.
The lemon tones
Were repeated in this frosted yellow beauty
While the late autumn cone flowers
Danced in icy tutus to the music of the wind.
There is a bit of insanity in dancing that does everybody a great deal of good. ~ Edwin Denby
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Orchids! Don’t you love them?
They are flowers, but so much more.
These are known as Moth Orchids (Phalaenopsis) —
Although I think
They look more like purple-veined hummingbirds
Looking for honey than flying moths.
Up against the blue sky,
They regain their luminous wings of petals…
But, if you lean in and take an intimate look,
You might be lucky enough to see the face of a fairy.
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I’m out and about at a charming summer cottage by the sea this week, so may be a bit late in getting around to visit you all.
As I lay on my stomach trying to photograph
The lovely way the dandelions catch the evening light,
I thought to myself:
What do you see?
A weed —
Suddenly, the wind blew
And the tiny wishes
Floated away, like sparkling fairy dust.
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Summer is here with its sun, its rain
And its beauty.
Time to enjoy the present, be outside more
And smell the flowers.
(This means I might not be able to visit you at the weekend.
But, as always, your warmth and comments are always much appreciated.)
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They spread love and colour in spring
And most people know them as bleeding hearts.
They are also known as Lady in the Bath.
Here you can see the pale ladies in various stages of undress.
(Just in case you’re wondering how the flowers could deny gravity,
I need to confess to posting the picture upside down!)
However, every time I pass these flowers
I can’t help but see delicate fairies wearing bright pink wigs.
No matter what you call them —
I think you’ll agree that they are wonderful, luminous beauties.
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It’s still cold here
And there’s ice on the lake.
But Oscar took me for a walk
To find the first tentative signs
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I’m fighting a heavy cold so please excuse me if I don’t get round to visiting you.