An insight into things I really love (and sometimes the things I really loathe).
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Saturday, March 5, 2011
Birthday Flowers
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
My Garden Beauties After Lots Of Winter & Spring Rain
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Our very old, very large apple tree only had about four flowers on it last year, but this year is covered with blossom so perhaps we will get some apples before the possums do. |
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I have no idea what this climbing rose is called but it always puts on a glorious display, although this time the flowers are a little bedraggled by the rain. |
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David Austin climbing rose next to the tree fern trunk |
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This gorgeous David Austin climbing rose pales into insignificance beside my adorable grandson Elijah. |
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Even the old fuschia and pink briar rose next to the garage are blooming this year. |
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This rose appeared out of nowhere, at the base of another rose, so I'm guessing it's a sucker from the root stock. It's very pretty though. |
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No clue on name, yet again, and this photo doesn't do the brilliant yellow colour justice. |
Golden iris & unknown pink flower, flattened by heavy rain in early November. |
This very old climber only got half pruned before it began to bloom. Now it looks so pretty I will have to wait until it finishes flowering before the secateurs and garden saw comes out again. |
Not sure what type of rose this is or it's name but it is a large bush covered with these beautiful pastel blooms and millions of buds. |
Another pic of the pastel rose - I would also appreciate anyone telling me what it's called and what type of rose this is. |
I don't usually like single roses but this one is gorgeous, wish I knew it's name? |
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Inspired by Spring
By William Wordsworth (1798)
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:--
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
SPRING - IT'S HERE
DAFFODILS
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. [& Magnolias]
.....by William Wordsworth
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
BEAUTIFUL BLOOMS


