[caption id=“attachment_1356” align=“aligncenter” width=“584” caption=“To A Pink Peony”][/caption] My Dad passed on thirteen years ago this week. He loved all the flowers in the garden but was particularly devoted to the peonies. On this anniversary of the heart, I’m sharing this poem he wrote in 1998 which was two years before his death. To A Pink Peony Unrivalled, the pink peony outshone the other colorful flowers in the garden. ...
[caption id=“attachment_1064” align=“aligncenter” width=“584” caption=“Oh Beauteous Rose!”][/caption] It’s June 21st tomorrow and the first day of summer. Our roses are in full bloom now. I have been captivated by their beauty and enjoy looking at them every day. Being a budding photographer and naturalist, I couldn’t resist taking these pictures. They’re all from the front garden. [caption id=“attachment_1066” align=“aligncenter” width=“584” caption=“Roses in June”][/caption] ...
[caption id=“attachment_515” align=“aligncenter” width=“584”] Birthday Celebrations[/caption] “Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again.” ~Menachem M Schneerson All the images in this collage were taken a few days ago at a memorable Birth Day celebration for someone special. As you can see, this was a lovely place for the occasion and we had a fabulous buffet meal. We enjoyed each other’s company and were overjoyed that we could share in the time we spent together and in the making of good memories. ...
[caption id=“attachment_105” align=“alignleft” width=“300”] Busyness[/caption] “You are not too old and it is not too late to dive into your depths where life calmly gives out its own secret” ~Rilke The photos in this collage were images that I liked when I took them and had no idea that I would use them this way. While I was actually putting them together in a way that would be aesthetically pleasing to me, I reflected on the question of time. Time was always something that I never seemed to have enough of. It always flew. Busyness was my whole life, day in and day out.. I wondered often when there might be some time for other pursuits. Many other women I know have felt the same way. ...