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
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?
Perchance for you too soon.
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?
Hush, child, and, like the Lily, go to sleep.
You know I cannot.
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.
Already my flush’d heart grows faint with bliss;
Love, I have long’d for you through all the night.
And I to kiss your petals warm and bright.
Laugh round me, Love, and kiss me; it is well.
Nay, have no fear, the Lily will not tell.
’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.
Nay, you must wake, Love, from this childish dream.
’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?
Not while your petals are so soft and fair.
My buds are blind with leaves, they cannot see,—
O Love, O Wind, will you not pity me?
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?
Roses must live and love, and winds must blow.*
*Philip Bourke Marston (1850–87
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My T U L I P Prayer 4 U
T 4 Thankfulness
U 4 Understanding
L 4 Love
I 4 Inspiration
P 4 Patience
T U L I P
All of these we need and more.
We have so much to be thankful 4!
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It’s a beautiful morning in the Promise Gardens. After the rain the flowers and color are popping out all over. A walk through the gardens gives a beautiful scent of peonies, roses, the incredible citrus aroma of Mock Orange, rain and rich earth! What a little piece of heaven on earth. Come and take a “turn” in the garden with me and Christina…
“CONSIDER THE LILIES OF THE FIELD.”
Flowers preach to us if we will hear:–
The rose saith in the dewy morn,
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
Upon a thorn.
The poppy saith amid the corn:
Let but my scarlet head appear
And I am held in scorn;
Yet juice of subtle virtue lies
Within my cup of curious dyes.
The lilies say: Behold how we
Preach without words of purity.
The violets whisper from the shade
Which their own leaves have made:
Men scent our fragrance on the air,
Yet take no heed
Of humble lessons we would read.
But not alone the fairest flowers:
The merest grass
Along the roadside where we pass,
Lichen and moss and sturdy weed,
Tell of His love who sends the dew,
The rain and sunshine too,
To nourish one small seed.
_Christina G. Rossetti
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It’s snowing and beautiful as it is, the danger is very great for so many of our friends and colleagues. Keep safe and warm and indoors. This has been a winter of winters and snowfall that produced beautiful nature but has been a fright for many. We expect 18+ inches! Enjoy the beauty from a room with a view!
THE SPECKLED sky is dim with snow,
The light flakes falter and fall slow;
Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale,
Silently drops a silvery veil;
And all the valley is shut in
By flickering curtains gray and thin.
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Photography: JayJacy Photography, Art on Canvas, Scenes of Winter