My azalea has only ever bloomed in the Spring. and when it does bloom,the whole bush is covered with white blossoms. Today as I was taking stock of the end of the garden season I noticed a lone white blossom on the bush. It just seemed unusual to me.
And what a beautiful garden she tends with great love and care.
Marion asked if I’d come up the street and photograph her favorite dahlias.
I was happy to see the many varieties and rich colors, making them easy to capture. The bees were enjoying all the gorgeous blossoms.
Have you ever been to a Dahlia Farm?
Thursday afternoon I accompanied my friend Eileen and her daughter Lizzie to Sunnydaydahlias Farm in Jaffrey, New Hampshire. The Dahlia gardens attract butterflies, bees and hummingbirds.
We were cutting many different beautiful and colorful dahlias to grace the tables for Lizzie’s wedding this Saturday.
Rebecca showed us how and where to cut the stems, remove some leaves and provided buckets with water so we could transport them back to the venue.
Outside my dentist’s office for an 8 am appointment, I saw the sun shining on the dahlia blossoms.
At the neighbor’s feeder. They enjoy the seeds.
Their fluttering and cooing sounds remind me of staying at my grandmother’s when I was young. Mouthing doves have such a distinctive call. “The male’s signature “coo-OO-oo-oo” call sounds sorrowful and melancholic to human ears.”
Ten Things you might not know about mourning doves
The deer come in the night and eat the lilies. They missed one. How Shanti (6) saw the praying mantis astounds me because it looked so much like the color of the lily stem.
A reblog from July 27, 2010 and May 14, 2023 A tribute to a friend
click to see Dorothy Holley Post
I Dug Up the Iris
in Dorothy’s garden
to plant in the soaked
soil of mine, memorial
to her each spring
when they’ll open
complicated ruffles
and flourishes, purple
or blue with speckled
throats. They’ll rise
out of rhizomes
sprawling at soil’s
surface like the joints
of my old hands
anchoring the tall
stalks and frilly petals.
This morning
in the brief breath
of cool I dug shallow
trenches for this legacy,
this pantry of pollens
the bees prospect,
insects with lives
beyond what the mere
gardener knows.
Liane Ellison Norman, a Madwoman in the Attic, has published two books of poetry, The Duration of Grief and Keep (www.smokeandmirrorspress.com). She has published poems in 5AM, Kestrel, North American Review, Grasslimb, Rune, Voices from the Attic anthologies and the Pittsburgh Post Gazette. Her poem “What There’d Been” won the Wisteria Prize in 2006 from Paper Journey Press.