Perennial Pleasures

 

 

 

When I go into the garden with a spade, and dig a bed, I feel such an exhilaration and health that I discover
that I have been defrauding myself all this time in letting others do for me what I should have done with my own hands.

Ralph Waldo Emerson 

 

 

In summer, the song sings itself.

William Carlos Williams 

 

 I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days,
three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

John Keats

 

 

Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.

Rudyard Kipling

 

 

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

Abraham Lincoln

 

 


A garden is a grand teacher. It teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift;
above all it teaches entire trust.

Gertrude Jekyll



How fair is a garden amid the trials and passions of existence.

Benjamin Disraeli 



If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

Cicero 


 
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


 

 The garden is the poor man's apothecary.

German Proverb

 

 

 Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps;
Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvest reaps.

A. Bronson Alcott

 

 

Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Pablo Neruda

 

 

 

Garden as though you will live forever.

William Kent

 

 

 

 

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A Dialogue With Flowers

  

(Image: Parham Park Limited)

 

On Summer Sunday afternoons, this is where I'm most likely to be...

 

Flowers are happy things.

P G Wodehouse

 

 

 

He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves.

 E M Forster

 

I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

 Claude Monet

 

I want it said of me by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.

 Abraham Lincoln

 

 The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. 

 Auguste Rodin

 

 

 

 

  Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

 Oscar Wilde

 Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.

Theodore Roethke


Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet.

 Jeremy Bentham


Flowers are happy things.

P. G. Wodehouse

 

 

 

 A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in… What more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

 Victor Hugo

 In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

 Aberjhani

  If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

 Kahlil Gibran

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.

 Iris Murdoch

  

 

 'The lilies of the field' dressed finer than earthly princes, springing-up there in the humble furrow-field; a beautiful eye looking-out on you, from the great inner Sea of Beauty! 

 Thomas Carlyle

Bread feeds the body, indeed, but flowers feed also the soul.

 The Koran

 The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

 Tennessee Williams

The earth laughs in flowers

 Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

 

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© Rosy Cole 2016, pilgrimrose.com 2016

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Begin Again

Sakura in bloom!

  

It’s springtime once again.

I am reminded of new beginnings.

Sometimes it’s not new.

One simply starts over again.

Just as spring comes and goes.

 

 

I looked out my window and saw crimson blooms.

The African Tulip tree was blooming in fire high above and from a distance.

Hmm, something is different about this spring…

Crimson red has taken over the subtleness of cherry blossoms!

Unusual view from my window, I thought to myself.

 

Only this time I know that crimson is here to stay.

 

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The Next Step

Today by email I got two rejections.

The first was a rejection from an agent I had queried about a children's book. The second was a rejection of a poem by a literary magazine.

It is not unusual for me to get a rejection:  the contrary is true. Blue moons are common compared to acceptance for me.

But two on one day is unusual, and it made me take note of my reaction. For both, I went looking for the next place to submit. Rejection no longer seems like a denial of who I am, or even a commentary on what I have done. It is just the next step in the process of getting the work in the right hands. 

I thought today it is like finding a place to plant a flower (something even more uncommon for me than blue moons). You need to find the right spot. This soil is too acidic. This has too little sun. This gets not enough rain.

I want my flower to bloom.

It takes a while to find just the right spot. 

 

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