Flowers: nature’s pop of color

“Minds are like flowers; they open only when the time is right.” – Stephen Richards

We are in the depths of winter. We’ve been very fortunate this year and it has been mostly mild with lots of sunny days. (Should I knock on wood lest I jinx it?) We went for a drive out into the country this morning. I was hoping to see a bit of wildlife but didn’t. Sigh. Yet, it was a beautiful sunny morning and we enjoyed the drive. Still, I will be glad to see a bit of color once again. The trees, except for the evergreens, are bare and snow covers pretty much everything. I do appreciate the beauty of winter. I really do, but already my soul is yearning for soft grass instead of ice or snow covered paths and the scent of flowers in the air. It will be at least another couple of months before we begin to see signs of spring. So, I took a stroll through seasons past and the vibrant colors everywhere. If, like me, you’re yearning for a bit of color in this white world please have a look at a few flowers I photographed in summers past:

“All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today.” – Indian Proverb

“Where flowers bloom so does hope.” – Lady Bird Johnson

“If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change.”

– Buddha

“The smallest flower is a thought, a life answering to some feature of the Great Whole, of whom they have a persistent intuition.” – Honore de Balzac

“The flowers take the tears of weeping night, and give them to the sun for the day’s delight.”

– Joseph S. Cotter, Sr

“It’s the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important . . . People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Flowers knew how to preach divinity before men knew how to dissect and botanize them.” – H. N. Hudson

“Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character.” – Lydia M. Child

Appreciating beauty of small blessings

“Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities in the world.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Callie-cat loves to smell the flowers photo credit: Anastacia Hopkins

I am giving thanks for these small blessings today: my sweet Callie-cat and the beauty of flowers. Callie loves to smell the flowers, she never chews them (thank goodness, as some may be harmful to her). During these difficult days may we all remember to stop and smell the flowers and let their beauty uplift our hearts and souls. Stay well my friends.

The Conversation

The conversation 2


“Come, rest upon my petals here and tell me of your story.

Where have you been, My little friend?”

Said the flower to the moth

“I roam high above, where you can never go.

I visit plants and trees and flowers sweet everywhere I travel,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“Oh, to fly up high, to soar upon the winds.

To not be planted in one place, to see beyond the wall.”

Sang the flower to the moth.

“Aw, but you are treasured, for your beauty and your scent.

No worries about foes like birds that would eat you, if they could,”

Said the moth to the flower.

“There are pros and cons to every Life,”

Continued he to she. The moth thought to comfort her with his words so wise

And yet the flower pined and pined for freedom to travel far.

“It’s true, I am admired, and watered every day, but if you think me safe right here

You know not all my visitors,” replied the flower,

“For there are bugs that chew my leaves, And spiders everywhere. Not to mention

honey bees That feed upon my nectar.”

“Aw, so you serve this world,

Nourishing the pollinator,” the moth cried out.

“Oh silly moth, I know the truth – that you as well

Pollinate us flowers,” she answered,

“And so, you see, we have need of thee.

When you brush your soft, soft wings

Against my little petals, you do more than tickle me

Like some ethereal feather. And when you chance to nibble me

And drink deeply of my nectar,” she shyly whispered, “you too carry my

Essence to continue seed production.”

The moth stretched out his wings and proudly strutted his stuff

He thought about all the good he did and didn’t remember why

Venus flytrap chewed up his kind, that naughty, naughty flower.

It was because the caterpillar he once was did damage to her leaves

and ruined her every finery….

The flower knew this, but did not say, for his friendship she treasured

After what seemed a lengthy pause, the moth did once more speak

“We each do our part, to bring beauty to this world, and I will speak to north wind

And ask him when you’re ready, to blow your petals far above the wall so you can see

The wonders of this world,” the moth proclaimed.

And so, it came to be, that during summer’s warmest days the flower bloomed and blossomed. But in the fall the north wind kept his promise and lifted high her petals. She traveled far beyond the wall and lived at last her dream.









Nature’s bountiful bouquets

One of my great pleasures, especially in summer, is to grab my camera and go for a walk to try to capture the beauty that surrounds me. It is especially easy to capture photographs of the various flowers. Whether it is a potted plant or a shy wildflower, summer’s bounty is vast and everywhere in view. Here are a few from over the years, some by the sea and others in my garden…


Here are a few more of my personal favourites…

Last rose of summer


The last rose of summer

Stubbornly sends forth buds even as the weather cools

And  leaves on trees change colour

The rose, like hope itself, hangs on

Shooting forth one last burst of beauty

As summer fades

The promise of the rose seems to say

“I will not die”

The morning dew has turned to frost

But the rose cares not

It knows that as the day wears on the sun will warm it

What knowledge does the flower hold

That we do not?