A View

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from my window. I haven’t returned to England although my family roots are planted deep beneath the English countryside. This invisible tie to the old world always stirs within my soul. Ancestors beckon my return and point me in a purposeful direction.

This gorgeous English shrub rose is an heirloom variety named after the famous influential English garden designer, artist and writer, Gertrude Jeckyll.

That’s how I found Gertrude Jeckyll. It was on a rainy day whim. While browsing a local garden shop, “she” caught my eye. There was an old world look about her. Informal, shabby chic, with a slightly disheveled arrangement that I am drawn to.

That chance meeting was five years ago. I would discover her story.

This lovely rose never fails to delight. Crushable blooms capture one’s sense of smell and the fluffy heads are packed with pink petals. Truly, Gertrude Jeckyll is the prettiest rose in bloom.  When snipped and placed into old silver sugar bowls or pitchers, “she” elevates any surface or occasion.

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An interesting note- Gertrude Jeckyll’s brother was rumored to be friends with author, Robert Louis Stevenson. The surname, Jeckyll, may have been borrowed for the title of the famous novella, Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gertrude_Jekyll

This weekend, find some bliss filled moments to “stop and smell the roses.”

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Peonies

Gorgeous Good Morning
Gorgeous Good Morning

“Roses as big as cabbages.” ~ Marco Polo

Behold.

Of the family~ Paeoniaceae

The floral symbol of China

Holds tradition

The 12th. wedding anniversary flower

Can live for 100 years

The first peonies to bloom in my garden.

 

Through Her Eyes 2

 

Late in the afternoon a door opens and a small woman steps out.  She tucks a lock of auburn hair behind an ear, pauses to inhale the salt air that blows off the ocean. Waning sunlight announces the end of day. Her blue eyes rove the landscape in search of beauty. Today she’ll walk a familiar route home, a route she knows by heart. There is time and light.

The fence comes into view. A solid structure of  connected mid century modern blocks. She stops and recalls a moment from her past. A craftsman sets the blocks into place, trowels a row and begins again. This memory elicits a smile. The open squares fenced a perfect hideaway, a spot to peek and play between the tangled ivy. For a moment she pictures two children; their laughter rings through air. Her fingers graze over the blocks, trace the roughness.

The woman covets beauty. Not perfection. Rather, she prefers the imperfect, the missing and broken. She finds beauty in the everyday objects left among fauna and man. Slowly, she lifts the camera from her bag and aims it at her subject. One last shot. A story  in the making.

 

It’s time for some good byes. Winter’s sighed one last cool breath and left a namesake, Winter rose, a gift for tender Spring. As the visual softens and blurs, she notes the rows of Helleborus beneath her feet. These evergreen perennials are neatly placed within shaded borders. Petals open bluish purple to blotched, maroon pinks. Pale green, bell-shaped flowers reach from underneath variegated leaves.The shutter clicks. She imagines the ire  of roused, rosy-cheeked woodland sprites, iridescent wings whir beneath sunbeams.

Suddenly, the woman senses a presence behind her. The spirits of her ancestors stand united. Souls whose calloused hands dug soil and transported the woodland plants by wheelbarrow to this very bed. Their whispered voices sound as peaceful notes; their words carried back and forth on the back of a cool breeze. She imagines them kneeling as they arrange the plants before her. The woman sighs, it was so long ago and she is weary.

It is time for Spring, she thinks, a time of new beginnings.

Along the walk back home, her beautiful mind deconstructs the objects. Drawn in by their elements of shape, form and colour, she pauses to scroll the photographs before her. The lens of a camera is the conduit through which she takes simple to majestic. A finger points to push the button, a frame clicks and a moment is captured in time. She imagines these images altered by subtle shifts of light and placement.

It’s a shame, she thinks. Blindly, we rush past the everyday. One day we realize. That which we forget, is forever lost.

 

Simple Moments

#channeling the dahlia
#channeling the dahlia

Channeling the Dahlia

Blue skies

A quiet early morning drive

Starry forms

Fresh picked from a local farm

Sipping black coffee

 

Pause to focus on the simple, the peaceful, the beauty, and the bliss.

Enjoy the weekend!

Smile

 “A smile is the prettiest thing you can wear.”

~ Audrey Hepburn

 

Posy Court Vase~ Kate Spade
Posy Court Vase~ Kate Spade

The day was mine to pick. Sunshine, friendship, laughter and smiles; who could ask for more? Dahlia’s gathered from a local farm add some old-fashioned charm to a simple swooshy idiom Kate Spade vase (Posy Court- Medium).

http://www.thebay.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/en/thebay/brands/vases-bowls/posy-court-medium-vase-0048-l854763–24

 

 

 

Breathe

in the beauty of pink roses and scarlet peonies. Picked from my garden for you.

Pink Roses and Scarlet Peonies
Pink Roses and Scarlet Peonies

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