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I’m looking forward to the week-end to get outside in nature with my camera.  Here’s a poem that expresses what I’m feeling.

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Be Outside. – Poem by Miki Byrne

Step outside the box.
Build fires and be Gypsies.
Let your little space feel huge
And yours alone.

Grow jungles where cats may prowl.
Sit under stars framed by man-made apexes.
Keep your fences mended
And the space within, your own Serengeti.

Refuse the closed doors and windows.
The air, the sky, the very night itself
Calls “Come out! ”
Do not have a city-dwellers fear of un-walled spaces.

But find in a garden small
Some of Eden’s traces.
A roof of inky softness, a flowers sweet aroma.
Be outside, leave the box. Come home.

I hope you all have a wonderful week-end and get outside your box for a little while.
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Nothing is so beautiful as Spring —

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The Chickadees are back!  This little one was flying down to the feeder to grab a peanut then fly back to a perch inside the safety of my Camellia bush.

Chickadee

I’ll leave you with a poem about a sweet Chickadee by Hanford Lennox Gordon

Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee!
That was the song that he sang to me–Sang
from his perch in the willow tree–
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.
My little brown bird,
The song that I heard
Was a happier song than the minstrels sing–
A paean of joy and a carol of spring;
And my heart leaped throbbing and sang with thee
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.

My birdie looked wise
With his little black eyes,
As he peeked and peered from his perch at me
With a throbbing throat and a flutter of glee,
As if he would say–
Sing trouble away,
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.

Only one note
From his silver throat;
Only one word
From my wise little bird;
But a sweeter note or a wiser word
From the tongue of mortal I never have heard,
Than my little philosopher sang to me
From his bending perch in the willow tree–
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.

Come foul or fair,
Come trouble and care–
No–never a sigh
Or a thought of despair!
For my little bird sings in my heart to me,
As he sang from his perch in the willow tree–
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee dee:
Chickadee-dee, chickadee-dee;
Chickadee, chickadee, chickadee-dee.
~Hanford Lennox Gordon

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Have a great week-end everyone!

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I had a walk-around the neighborhood Sunday morning and found Spring everywhere.

The flowering trees are in bud, and beginning to blossom while others are in full bloom!

A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost-

“Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.”~Robert Frost (from A Boy’s Will, 1915)

Flowering Tree in Full Bloom

The huge white flowering tree was a hive of activity in the canopy. The buzz of bees

was dizzying, and the warmth of the sun on my face when I looked up felt wonderful, healing, and nourishing.

The branches were heavy with blossoms,

Flowering Tree in full bloom

papery white, with lovely “look at me!” centers.

Blossoms on a Flowering Tree

Plus one more…

Nearly home I found a huge Sweat Pea vine spilling over a fence with dozens of busy bees.

Honey Bee and the Sweet Pea

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“I have left my bed and walked upon the grass and the night dew has wet my feet and the hem of my garment. Here I stand under the blossoms of the almond tree, heeding the call of your spirit. ”
~Kahlil Gibran, Communion of Spirits, The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran

Went I laid in the grass to photograph the dew and rain drops in the grass yesterday morning I thought of these lines from Kahlil Gibran’s prose Communion of Spirits.

 

Dew Drop

I hope you all have a sunny Friday and week-end  both in your spirits and weather!

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Beware of the terrible tiger,
You don’t always know when he’s near,
But his eyes shine like lights
In the blackest of nights,
And his growl makes you tremble with fear!
~Giles Andreae
From the Children’s book Rumble in the Jungle 1998

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Roses by George Eliot

You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!

Rose Soft PinkI added a Hoya Softener(B) filter to my macro lens to give this Rose a dreamy look.

Rose Pink VariegatedThe side morning light on this variegated pink rose I thought was really nice. I love white picket fences. Don’t you?

White RoseThis rose-bush was huge and had big clusters of white roses slightly tinged with pink.

 

I found the majority of Roses in my neighborhood just about done. Is it me or did they have their season early this year?

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