It’s that time again and one of our favorite summer joys of putting together this year’s summer porch, its decor, pots and arbors of flowers and color-themed that becomes a favorite spot for entertaining. For 2016, we continued the white, aqua, teal and lime green theme. This year we added new clematis, coleus, creeping jenny filled pots, dahlia and more. A new aqua-cream chevron rug, aqua umbrella, aqua-lime placemats and colored pots finish off the design for 2016. The storyboard gives you a hint of the glory we enjoy every day from every view. Take advantage of the beauty we have and design a porch that reflects your love of creation in color and design and take it a step further and photograph it to enjoy prints in your home all year-long.
“Summertime and the living is easy…..”
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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At last, the rains fell in torrents, the sun appeared and a walk through the gardens to the path to the Secret Garden. What will my eyes behold there anew? It is always exciting to see what is springing up from my last visit. The Promise Gardens are ever-changing as different species and plants appear for their show. The critters have made havoc in some places as they munch on hostas and favorite vegetation. I miss the beauty of walking paths of candytuft but the rabbits devoured and wild strawberries have taken their place. It is still glorious even with its change and hot summer weather here. I shall continue my walk and discover. . .
“Mountain and meadow blend their gifts in one.
This morn I trod the secret path of dreams,
And, lo! my wilding flowers sprang thick around me,
Alpine and lowland too; and with them sprang
Blossoms that never had I known before
Except in poets’ pages—fancied forms
And hues that shone in more than Alpine light.
Poppies incarnadine and rosemary,
And violets with gentle eyes were there,
And their sweet cousinry, the periwinkles;
Night-blooming cereus, agrimony, rue,
And stately damask roses, Eastern queens,
The noblest-born of flowers; and by their side
The panthers of the meadow, tiger-lilies;
Came with her trembling banner of perfumed bells
The lily of the valley, and the jessamine,
Princesses twain with maiden fragrance pure;
The azure of the Alpine gentian shone
Intense beneath the rival blue of heaven;
Along the heights blossomed the Alpine rose,
And higher yet the starry edelweiss,—
And sweet the wind came o’er the visioned Alp.
_Titus Munson Coan
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The weather is in the 90s for the last several days so early morning attention to the gardens is a must. Watering planters, dead-heading and the best of all, photographing the gardens is also a must-do before the heat of the sun and harsh light. No image can truly capture how beautiful the gardens are this year and certainly cannot offer up to the viewer the amazing aromas that permeate the area with deliciousness. I should move my office outdoors for early mornings just to encourage creativity and as a dessert with my café latte! Wish you were here to enjoy too. Enjoy your weekend with lovely people and things and of course, “take time to smell the roses.” Happy Gardening!