Merry Christmas Garden Friends

We at Promise Gardens wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Thank you for your support, follows and likes over the years as the Promise Gardens has grown and flourished. Stop by our JayJacy Photography and HDRCHIC Photography blogs to see what we have been up to in travel and work. The Promise Gardens are sleeping under a blanket of snow until spring and then wonderful things will renew! Happy Christmas!

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A Fall Foliage Walk

It’s fall and we are traveling the coast and mountain ranges to view the beautiful fall foliage and partake of the gifts of the season.  This is surely a beautiful time of the year filled with autumn colors, gorgeous blue skies, crisp sunny days and yummy fruits of the season.  Enjoy and photograph your fall journey to remember during those cold days of winter.

Oh My Blossoms

Cherry, Pear, Apple and just about every other kind of blossom is filling up the gardens and popping out all over. Last night and this morning we had a deluge followed by amazing sunshine and it is just beautiful to behold. The grass is greening up and with popping out tulips, azaleas and other bulbs and flowering trees, I did not want to miss a Cherry Blossom post on the Promise Gardens. If you did not get into Washington, DC or surrounding areas to view those incredible blooms, remember you can capture them at many local gardens, parks and tree-lined streets. Take a walk with your camera and see what you can capture. It is an amazing time to capture this spring beauty!

Cherry Blossoms

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,
Green cowbind and the moonlight-colour’d May,
And cherry-blossoms, and white cups whose wine
Was the bright dew yet drain’d not by the day;
And wild roses, and ivy serpentine,
With its dark buds and leaves wandering astray;
And flowers, azure, black, and streak’d with gold,
Fairer than any waken’d eyes behold. _B.Shelly

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O Love, O Wind, O Rose

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The Promise Garden roses are in full bloom and the rain and sunshine has created such loveliness that no image can portray their beauty.  We have been out and about in the gardens photographing them for the studio and photography prints and a sneak peek will appear here soon on the blog.  There is surely nothing more beautiful that the rose and pair that with poetry, perfection!

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The Rose & The Wind

DAWN
The Rose

WHEN, think you, comes the Wind,
The Wind that kisses me and is so kind?
Lo, how the Lily sleeps! her sleep is light;
Would I were like the Lily, pale and white!
Will the Wind come?

The Beech

Perchance for you too soon.

The Rose

If not, how could I live until the noon?
What, think you, Beech-tree, makes the Wind delay?
Why comes he not at breaking of the day?

The Beech

Hush, child, and, like the Lily, go to sleep.

The Rose

You know I cannot.

The Beech

Nay, then, do not weep.

(After a pause)

Your lover comes, be happy now, O Rose!
He softly through my bending branches goes.
Soon he shall come, and you shall feel his kiss.

The Rose

Already my flush’d heart grows faint with bliss;
Love, I have long’d for you through all the night.

The Wind

And I to kiss your petals warm and bright.

The Rose

Laugh round me, Love, and kiss me; it is well.
Nay, have no fear, the Lily will not tell.

MORNING
The Rose

’T was dawn when first you came; and now the sun
Shines brightly and the dews of dawn are done.
’T is well you take me so in your embrace;
But lay me back again into my place,
For I am worn, perhaps with bliss extreme.

The Wind

Nay, you must wake, Love, from this childish dream.

The Rose

’T is you, Love, who seem changed; your laugh is loud,
And ’neath your stormy kiss my head is bow’d
O Love, O Wind, a space will you not spare?

The Wind

Not while your petals are so soft and fair.

The Rose

My buds are blind with leaves, they cannot see,—
O Love, O Wind, will you not pity me?

EVENING
The Beech

O Wind, a word with you before you pass;
What did you to the Rose that on the grass
Broken she lies and pale, who lov’d you so?

The Wind

Roses must live and love, and winds must blow.*

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*Philip Bourke Marston (1850–87

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