looking at spring, outside the patio door
inside the solarium, waiting to summer outside
Your flowers remind me of this poem by Colette:
An almanac religion connects us to a flower, even a puny one, when it symbolizes a season, to its color, when it commemorates a saint, to its scent, if it painfully takes us back to a lost bliss.
Posted by: Taina | 13:49 24 April 2008
Hi Taina! Thank you for this very appropriate, thought provoking and lovely poem! By Colette, eh?
Posted by: marja-leena | 13:59 24 April 2008
Beautiful, rich reds in soft, splayed petals. Isn't spring fun?
Posted by: mb | 08:41 25 April 2008
so rich - look good enough to eat!
Posted by: Lucy | 13:17 25 April 2008
mb - yes, spring IS fun, watching the myriads of flowers appear.
Lucy - glad you like!
Posted by: marja-leena | 20:15 25 April 2008
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Your flowers remind me of this poem by Colette:
An almanac religion connects us to a flower,
even a puny one,
when it symbolizes a season,
to its color,
when it commemorates a saint,
to its scent,
if it painfully takes us back
to a lost bliss.
Posted by: Taina | 13:49 24 April 2008
Hi Taina! Thank you for this very appropriate, thought provoking and lovely poem! By Colette, eh?
Posted by: marja-leena | 13:59 24 April 2008
Beautiful, rich reds in soft, splayed petals. Isn't spring fun?
Posted by: mb | 08:41 25 April 2008
so rich - look good enough to eat!
Posted by: Lucy | 13:17 25 April 2008
mb - yes, spring IS fun, watching the myriads of flowers appear.
Lucy - glad you like!
Posted by: marja-leena | 20:15 25 April 2008