...you are greeted with the first blooms of the Day Lily, one of my favorite flowers. These, over the years, have been moved from one location to another. This year, I thought they’d finally become extinct. Imagine my surprise and delight yesterday morning when I spied the first blooms! And this morning, even more have blossomed! Just makes me happy from my head to my toes!
The weather: on again off again rain. Tho' today started out grey and cool - cool enough for the furnace to kick on! - the sun came out and the clouds disappeared and the temperature rose to a lovely 77 degrees. Perfect for a parade to celebrate the Washington Capitals' win of the coveted hockey Stanley Cup...and for me to take a long, overdue walk, accompanied by Paul Auster's novel 4321.
Not quite a rare day in June, yet, but close enough for me to revel in the flowers' bright colors ... and this is just the beginning of Summer's colorful bounty!
A flower's appeal is in its contradictions — so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect. ~Terri Guillemets
I am surely enjoying the burst of colorful spring flowers - they brighten up e'en a grey, kinda rainy day and absolutely shine on a sunny day! These nine photos I've captured over the past few days on neighborhood meanderings...they are just a taste of what's soon to be in store for the azaleas will be popping out, all over! Me thinks: "At last, Spring has blossomed! Hooray!"
Winter has returned...despite the 46 degrees F temperature reading...so, I thought I'd brighten up the post a tad, in tribute to the glorious forsythia, my favorite flowering bush. Yellow, as I often share, is my favorite color...it just makes me happy! And so, in honor of National Poetry Month, I share this poem by poet Billy Collins, to the lovely forsythia:
It caught my eye a while ago, lit up
against the gloom of the woods
in the corner of a wild field,
the pulsing color of caution.
And now that I have spent a little time
on this stone wall watching its fire
flare out of the earth
I begin to think about the long chronicle of forsythia
how these same flowers have blazed
through the centuries,
roused from the ground by the churning of spring.
I would rather not look around the next
corner of the year to see how this will die,
its lights going out,
its bare, arcing branches
waving like whips in the bitter wind.
So I sit facing the past,
letting my feet dangle over the wall,
beating time against stone with my heels
as the long gray clouds roll over me.
Remember how Arnold by the Channel
thought of Sophocles who must have heard
the same shore-sounds long ago,
walking by the edge of the Aegean?
Well, I am holding in the palm of my thoughts
all the others who once were stopped,
like me, by this brightness,
this sulfuric cry for help:
women in tunics, women gathered by a well,
men in feathers, men swimming by a river,
all speaking languages I will never know,
saying the different words for its color
as I feel the syllables of yellow form in my mouth
and hear the sound of yellow fill the morning air.
Today, my sister and Chris (my sister's three years old great grandson ) stopped by for a brief visit. He spied crayons and paper and of course, went right to work. I didn't have time to go downstairs to get my iPhone so no pic of his creating his masterpiece. After they left, Norman and I cleaned the garage and I went for a walk. Seeing the flowers reminded me of Chris' artwork...
Today's Think Write Thursday prompt invites us to share 3 good things that happened this week. Here's my list: short and sweet on a 95+ degree day:
Starting the day before it got too be way too hot, walking and listening to Lillian Boxfish Takes A Walk and enjoying July s flowers - these two conveniently stuck in the chain link fence.
Spending this afternoon wth quilting friends: we began with very tasty treats: a corn dip; spinach cheese balls; grapes; and a fresh fruit pie. All Y-U-M!
3. Stopping , on my way home to browse at B& N ... bought the third Louise Penny Inspector Gamache title: The Cruelest Month and an absolutely gorgeous book - The Flower Book-all about arranging flowers. The photographs are stunning! Just flipping through the pages has created all sorts of ideas from sketching to stitching to even swooning... The book also includes tips for gardening. Oh, for sure, this book is a treasure and since it's going to be beastly hot -still - throughout the weekend, I will be diving in deeply.
Do visit Carole's blog to see what others have shared this week...and do stay cool if it's h-o-t where you are!
It is no secret that the lily is one of my favorite flowers; they do indeed make me happy. I wrote this haiku this morning as I looked out the window during MSQT...perfect for the beginning of a watercolor wednesday. Enjoy!
As I was winding down my morning walk, I happened upon this lovely garden scene. Aha! Inspiration for my fabric weaving piece! I still have more "research" and practicing to do. Tho' I am eager to drop everything else and start prepping and playing, I'm reminding myself to be patient. I expect that by the time the holiday weekend + 1 day is over, I will have begun...
I spent the afternoon with another set of stitching friends; I'd planned to play some more with the fabric weaving. Conveniently, I left my weaving needles and bias tape maker at home ...so, I knitted about four rows on the monkey Top This hat. Lucky for me that I had the project wth me.
The concert was lovely...more about it before the weekend is over. Home late, 8:30 pm and I've yet to have a bite to eat since lunch. Guess I'll calm my growly tummy.