Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty. Mother Teresa
By: Proserpina, 3:44 PM GMT on July 31, 2015
GARDENS ARE A FORM OF AUTOBIOGRAPHY.
Robert Dash, Horticulture 1993
Life begins the day you start a garden.
My garden started the day that I was born, at least that’s the way I feel about gardening.
I have adored flowers since I was a little girl running around the countryside looking at and picking colorful flowers. I believe the first flowers that engaged my mind and senses were the Pop...
Updated: 1:17 PM GMT on August 23, 2015
By: Proserpina, 1:45 PM GMT on July 01, 2015
Paul Revere's Ride
by Henry W. Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, "If the British march
By land or sea from the town tonight,
Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch
Of the North Church tower, ...
Updated: 4:24 PM GMT on July 28, 2015
By: Proserpina, 4:10 PM GMT on June 02, 2015
JUNE IS FOR HYDRANGEAS
April is showers, May is Roses and flowers in general, and June? For me June is Hydrangeas and Daylilies. This year, right on cue, my Hydrangeas started to unfurl their petals on June 1!
According to Wikipedia, Hydrangea (or Hortensia) is a genus of 70–75 species of flowering plants native to southern and eastern Asia (China, Japan, Korea, the Himalayas, and Indonesia) and the Americas. Most are shrubs...
Updated: 1:00 AM GMT on June 25, 2015
By: Proserpina, 6:30 PM GMT on May 01, 2015
- Joyce Kilmer
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men-at-arms who come to pray.
The roses blossom white and red
On tombs where weary soldiers lie;
Flags wave above the honored dead
And martial music cleaves the sky.
Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel,
They kept the faith and fought the fight...
Updated: 1:00 AM GMT on May 31, 2015
By: Proserpina, 2:08 PM GMT on April 01, 2015
"April hath put a spirit of youth in everything."
- William Shakespeare
The Spring, 1630
"Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream;
But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
Updated: 6:15 PM GMT on April 22, 2015