Rosey

Mom’s Flowers

A Dozen Days Ago

False Indigo
Baptisia australis

Whites

There is something about white in the landscape.
~ anhinga

Under the Fringe Tree

Poppy

Summer set lip to earth’s bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.

~ Francis Thompson

Iris

Hiatus

Break, break, break,
On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman’s boy,
That he shouts with his sister at play!
O well for the sailor lad,
That he sings in his boat on the bay!

And the stately ships go on
To their haven under the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
And the sound of a voice that is still!

Break, break, break,
At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!
But the tender grace of a day that is dead
Will never come back to me.

~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It is with heavy heart I announce the temporary yet indefinite suspension
of my blogging activities. I have come to this decision after long and careful consideration of several factors mostly related to my health.
I extend my deepest gratitude to all who have faithfully followed
my journey here over the past year. The fact that any of you
are interested in what I have to say boggles my mind just a bit.

When will I be back? Honestly, I do not know. This site will not just suddenly disappear. Comments will continue to be moderated by me or by an assistant. You may see some changes happening as some of the tags, categories,
pages or posts are retooled, time and health permitting.

As I seek renewed health, peace and direction in my life, I hope you will continue to visit from time to time and explore the archives.
Don’t be surprised if, during my hiatus, I make the occasional wordless post
showcasing some new photograph of bird, cat, orchid, rose…

À bientôt.

False Indigo, Baptisia australis, May 19, 2009