Flowers, trees and scenery

Marv Johnson - I'll Pick A Rose For My Rose (1969) youtu.be/mFfT2hpOQLw

One of my favourite guitar solos from Mark Knopfler youtu.be/cJwJ11-pmxg

Sarah Brightman - Stand Alone youtu.be/4jSbLq56a5s

Hypericum in my garden

Outside a florist, in a bucket on the pavement ;-)

The cabbages have been developed by specialist grower TH Clements, in Boston, Lincolnshire. This is a dwarf variety, very much resembling a rose, but the leaves are definitely cabbage !! They come in a variety of colours from pastels to purples. Thank you for your visits, much appreciated. Merci de vos visites, très apprécié

The Crocus, a poem by: Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811-1896) Beneath the sunny autumn sky, With gold leaves dropping round, We sought, my little friend and I, The consecrated ground, Where, calm beneath the holy cross, O'ershadowed by sweet skies, Sleeps tranquilly that youthful form, Those blue unclouded eyes. Around the soft, green swelling mound We scooped the earth away, And buried deep the crocus-bulbs Against a coming day. "These roots are dry, and brown, and sere; Why plant them here?" he said, "To leave them, all the winter long, So desolate and dead." "Dear child, within each sere dead form There sleeps a living flower, And angel-like it shall arise In spring's returning hour." Ah, deeper down -- cold, dark, and chill -- We buried our heart's flower, But angel-like shall he arise In spring's immortal hour. In blue and yellow from its grave Springs up the crocus fair, And God shall raise those bright blue eyes, Those sunny waves of hair. Not for a fading summer's morn, Not for a fleeting hour, But for an endless age of bliss, Shall rise our heart's dear flower.

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. By William Blake.

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