These are all of the same plant. I have no idea what it is. I saw it when the dogs and I diverted to avoid someone on our usual morning walk.
RIP RBG: a truly great woman. I received the news while I was putting this post together.
My fall front garden gets most of its color from fall asters, the tail end of the naked ladies, and the fall re-bloom of my roses.
I looked up these local charmers on The Google and it was indecisive. But it said they were native to California…excuse me! Can’t they just say “west coast”? They predate me here in Washington…and I’m practically a dinosaur!
I have been taking a bit of a break from posting since I finished the July Squares. While I know a lot of people post every day, some even more frequently, I am not usually one of them and I felt a bit like I had run a marathon.
My sister gave me this beautiful heirloom rose on Father’s Day and I was very excited that it decided to give me a blossom so soon. It has been my muse this week, as it has moved from a bud to full blown. I love its rich colors and it has that dreamy, old-fashioned rose scent.
It reminded me about The Little Prince and his love for his rose.
“The men where you live cultivate 5000 roses in the same garden and they do not find what they seek.”
“They do not find it,” I replied.
“And yet what they are looking for can be found in one single rose, or in a taste of water.”
“Yes that is true,” I said.
And the Little Prince added: “The eyes are blind, one must look with the heart.”Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince
Seeing things in black and white
Sometimes it is interesting to take a look at a picture without color to see what grabs your eye. I’m continuing my exploration of black and white. Never thought something that sounds so simple could be so complicated.
Does the black and white change your perspective of the photo?
I’m still playing with this seed head of clover that caught my eye the other morning…and with black and white.
My yellow rose is in full bloom right now.
In my line of work, space structures, we used to refer to the old-wise-ones as “gray beards” (people who had gray beards they could stroke as they pondered and offered wisdom). No place in that system for someone who has no capacity to grow a beard… maybe why I retired young.
Any way here is a white beard-ed iris,