I trust in Nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and Autumn garner to the ends of time.
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I like not lady-slippers, Nor yet the sweet-pea blossoms, Nor yet the flaky roses, Red or white as snow; I like the chaliced lilies, The heavy Eastern lilies, The gorgeous tiger-lilies, That in our garden grow.
ThomasBailey Aldrich 1836-1908
These words do not reflect my feelings accurately. There are not many flowers that I dislike. The poem might have been written by a rabbit, if rabbits could write of course. I bought four of these Asiatic lilies last month and gave two to my daughter. After living in a new build home for a few years and leading very busy lives, last year they landscaped their garden.
When she received the lilies, G wasted no time and planted them in her new garden.
For the last few years their garden has been a haven for wild life as my son in law feeds anything and everything that passes through. Many different bird species, squirrels, chipmunks, rabbits and a pair of ducks.
When the garden was just lawn, that was fine.
Now it has lovely flower beds, walkways and a paved patio.
You could almost hear the critters rubbing their paws together.
After a steady winter diet of seeds, nuts and 'rascal mix', at the appearance of greenery other than grass, they went to town. The rabbits, already huge from their enriched winter diet, are the greediest.
First the tulips, then the lupins. They don't like lupins, they bite off the flowers and spit them out. The same with albums, too oniony perhaps?
But Asiatic lilies, delicious! All that remained after 48 hours were the denuded stems.
My daughter is now putting the bunnies on a diet, and slowly withdrawing their 'extras', in the hope that they will move on to greener pastures.
They might. I have a feeling it will only be after they have denuded the flower beds. Maybe.
Credit for this lovely photo is shown on the print.
It's been ten years since our last trip to Portugal. When we left I became quite emotional as in my heart I felt we would never return.
For the last several years my son in law has been encouraging us to go back for a visit. My vacations meanwhile have been on a beach somewhere, sipping caiparinhas and swimming in the Caribbean. Not too exacting.
He wanted us all to go. He has finally convinced us and arrangements have been made for a trip in November. My reluctance stemmed from all the walking involved.
The longer we waited, the older I got, and began to think it would be too much. Hubby is okay, daily golf games keep him fit. Me...let's just say I don't golf!
So in less than four months, hubby and I, along with daughter, son in law and two grand daughters will jet off for twelve days. We will spend 4 days in Lisbon and Sintra, then drive down to the South coast to visit some of our o…
We seem to have a thunder storm every couple of days this Summer.
I love them. That lovely smell of rain on warm dry earth.
Petrichor...the smell of Summer.
Then it blows over and leaves behind these beautiful skies.
I'm not a fan of extreme heat and humidity, but oh! these skies!
Our reward for the discomfort.
A nothing kind of day. Very overcast and looks like rain. I'm housebound due to prep for a medical test tomorrow. Just routine but let's say l can't go far and you can probably guess what the test is! So l'm sitting here watching the grass grow. The trees look so sad, it's hard to believe that this time next month they will be gone.
Oh, and l'm hungry. Very hungry, and l can't eat until l get home around 5 pm tomorrow!