" Happiness is the art of making a bouquet of those flowers within reach".
The last of my zinnias bid me a wistful goodbye. Almost threshed by the wind and the rain, they're a paler version of their more vibrant siblings, now long dead and gone. And 'long' is the span of a short summer bloom time. I have truly enjoyed my zinnias, clicked them from every angle, in all kinds of weather, at different times of the day.I have used them to liven up the kitchen table, the corridor, the living room. And they've brought smiles to friends' faces when gifted by me. They've attracted a large number of butterflies and bees. And uplifted the soul of my frontyard! Next summer, i'll have them again, re-creating that same spirit of cheer and joy, in another season of a riot of colours!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau