The porch swing hangs heavy. The potted plants sigh; But none is so hot or So weary as I. The music of crickets, The buzz of the fly Is droning unanswered Tired and dry. The sun on the garden Has dried every leaf The vines are all withered Gone summer's feast. The Queen Anne has... Continue Reading →
Long Days of Summer
"The garden looks as rumpled as clothes left in the dryer too long." June Masters Bacher Lazy summer days drone on with temps so hot you can barely stand up outside. One hundred degrees every day for weeks on end the sun beating down and a breeze of super-heated air. Dust billows up from the... Continue Reading →
White Light Flowers
Camelia "White is bright and pure because it reflects all light around it."c e hollis Crocus is the precursor of spring. It pushes its bloom up through ice and snow on the first hints of warm weather coming. White roses are like summer clouds on stems. What wonderful softness. Easter lilies spring open like the... Continue Reading →