Sunday, June 30, 2013
Monday, June 17, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
The Answer by Carl Sandburg
You have spoken the answer.
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
And so you have gone far
For the answer is:
Silence.
In the republic
Of the winking stars
and spent cataclysms
Sure we are it is off there the answer
is hidden and folded over,
Sleeping in the sun, careless whether
it is Sunday or any other day of
the week,
Knowing silence will bring all one way or another.
Have we not seen
Purple of the pansy
out of the mulch
and mold
crawl
into a dusk
of velvet?
blur of yellow?
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
And so you have gone far
For the answer is:
Silence.
In the republic
Of the winking stars
and spent cataclysms
Sure we are it is off there the answer
is hidden and folded over,
Sleeping in the sun, careless whether
it is Sunday or any other day of
the week,
Knowing silence will bring all one way or another.
Have we not seen
Purple of the pansy
out of the mulch
and mold
crawl
into a dusk
of velvet?
blur of yellow?
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
An Observation by May Sarton
True gardeners cannot bear a
glove
Between the sure touch and
the tender root,
Must let their hands grow
knotted as they move
With a rough sensitivity
about
Under the earth, between the
rock and shoot,
Never to bruise or wound the
hidden fruit.
And so I watched my mother's
hands grow scarred,
She who could heal the
wounded plant or friend
With the same vulnerable yet
rigorous love;
I minded once to see her
beauty gnarled,
But now her truth is given
me to live,
As I learn for myself we
must be hard
To move among the tender
with an open hand,
And to stay sensitive up to
the end
Pay with some toughness for
a gentle world.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Since selling my house and
moving a year ago
and still living in
temporary quarters with my
daughter, it is the first Springtime in my adult
life when I don't have a flower garden. I miss
my peonies especially, and my huge climbing
rose which should be
radiant right now.
So I have no beautiful photos to post here this year.
Instead I am posting a collection of Impressionist
women in their gardens for you to enjoy!
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