Spring

The Crocus - the first true sign of Spring

Head over to Today's Flower for more lovely botanical beauties

Today's Flower

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Without their supporting structures, a flower would not be. This is what is left of the clematis after the blooms have fallen to the ground...a tangled mess. It may not be beautiful but it is certainly interesting don't you think? Plus it reflects my mood perfectly today.

Showing Off Today's Flower!

The poetry of earth is never dead:

When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,

And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run

From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;

That is the Grasshopper's--he takes the lead

In summer luxury,--he has never done

With his delights; for when tired out with fun

He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.

The poetry of earth is ceasing never:

On a lone winter evening, when the frost

Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills

The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever,

And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,

The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.

John Keats

Today's Flowers - and Bees

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You won't be disappointed!

Thanks to ellenb I have discovered a program that lets me be creative with collages.

This was my first attempt.

Enjoy the flowers and nature at her best!

Showing off my Flower

I am once again using one photo to fulfill the needs of two posts. I am participating in Today's Flower for the first time and am using a photo I took this week at the local rose garden. I have been experimenting with macro photography and love the way the light is coming through the bottom left of this rose.


Because I think this is such a beautiful shot I am also using it for HS:MS, Show off Sunday! I hope you think it is worthy.


Something about the color and the curves of this rose reminds me of the paintings of Georgia O'Keefe....she was a wonderful artist and a woman I would have loved to conversed over tea with.

Ruby Tuesday/Today's Flower

"The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns;

the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose."

Kahlil Gibran