If eyes were made for seeing

On Being Asked Whence Is the Flower

~May 1834


It isn’t May, and these aren’t rhodies, but they are beautiful. I had to share. Enjoy!

The rest of the poem is at the end.

first lily

morning poppy

blooming rosemary

bachelor buttons

queen anne at dusk
Some call Queen Anne lace a weed; I think they are beautiful.
queen anne
The blossoms can grow the length of a hand. Those are BIG weeds (according to the husband).
queen anne purple center
Ever notice the centers? Tiny purple blossoms. πŸ™‚
high above the cabbage
Oh, fine! It’s a weed. But, look at that moon and the colors of the sky! I had to include this one.
seeds grown from the green house
Grown from seed in my tiny greenhouse.
poppy in bloom
In full bloom.

volunteers in the garden


daisies from last year
Volunteers from last year take up a full bed.
This year’s hanging baskets brighten both porches.

This is where we sit each night, to regroup, share a meal, and always a few laughs. This is my haven, my preferred place in all the world. Right here. Outside. Breathing in the fresh air (when the farmer next door hasn’t just spread manure).

new deck and remodel of garden
Our newly, about 98% finished deck, surrounded by all of the above flowers.
garden remodel
Current project: to redo the back yard, in progress. I am supervisory personnel.Β 

Sometimes, when tractors have stilled and farmers have quit the day, we hear a different kind of music:

I hope you are lucky as well in that you have beauty in your life, each and every day.

The Rhodora

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals, fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty gay;
Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool,
And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Rhodora! if the sages ask thee why
This charm is wasted on the earth and sky,
Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing,
Then Beauty is its own excuse for being:
Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose!
I never thought to ask, I never knew:
But, in my simple ignorance, suppose
The self-same Power that brought me there brought you

11 thoughts on “If eyes were made for seeing

  • Karen, your comment on my blog post this morning reminded me of a number of things I’ve been meaning to say to you. 1. Your photos are beautiful! They, along with your words, arrive as fresh air to my soul. I want to learn your craft. 2. Your posts remind me to look for the beauty where I am. 3. Your posts sometimes make me wish I could be where you are. 4. Keep enjoying your mate and capturing those marvelous views together. Amazing.

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    • Gary, your words have stunned me to tears. These are the nicest and greatest compliments to receive as a blogger. It is comments like yours that keep me going. Thank you; you’ve more than made my day. Have a great rest of the week! πŸ™‚


  • This post is a compelling combination of vivid photographs, a beautiful classic poem and your thoughts about flowers, the sky, bird song, and your outdoor sanctuary. It sounds blissful. My husband and I, too, have a spot where we sit outdoors, soak up the yard we’ve created, listen to birds, watch hummingbirds and squirrels and reconnect with one another at the end of our day. In those moments I’m awash with gratitude.

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    • Thanks so much, Janet. My husband has the knack for knowing which plants grow (and look) best where. It will be a mini park by the time we’re done. I love the word sanctuary. Perfect description. Gratitude in abundance. πŸ™‚ Thanks for stopping by. Have a great week!

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    • They are. We are enjoying the process. Got stung twice yesterday–nasty wasps love my green house–but was cleaning out weeds, transplanting, and general working on the garden and raised beds area. It’s coming along. Planted a bunch of day lilies. πŸ™‚


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