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. 🙂
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. 

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

My Sunday Happy


all from our hanging baskets





Some lovely fall color:





just don’t step on one 😉



a monster bee


But, get a load of this:

the husband working on THE NEW DECK!!
the old deck
what the yard looks like in the process
and I couldn’t care less

❤ It all makes for a very happy Sunday. ❤




“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression, it must come completely undone. The shell cracks, its insides come out and everything changes. To someone who doesn’t understand growth, it would look like complete destruction.”

~Cynthia Occelli

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lily at The Oregon Garden

Sprouting Pretty

Racial tensions are at scary levels; I woke today to another senseless shooting. In addition, that is, to the one the day before; oh, yeah, we can’t forget the terrorism in the airport in Turkey, and

I had to stop. That is as far as I got on this post. I sat here staring at my screen, at a complete loss. I wrote the above before I woke today to the massacre in Dallas. It is overwhelming and I am indescribably sad. The mud slinging between the current presidential front runners and the media who sensationalize every move they make reminds me of behaviors not uncommon among third graders. As a nation, we are angry, very angry, and it does not appear to be getting any better. Consider the alarming cases of road rage, to name one example. On second thought, I won’t go there. This is my positive space.

Sometimes, it’s all too much. I want to scream, “ENOUGH!” Fat lot of good that would do, even if I were a screamer. I don’t want to despair, or feel hopeless, but…

  1. I want a bit of reassurance.
  2. I want to see something pretty.
  3. I want to be cheered up. And, I know where to look.

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Sprinkles of cheer welcome me along the creek.

When I stop looking and start seeing what is in front of me, this is what greets me each and every day along my trail. All I have to do is open my eyes, be open to what is in front of me, and I begin to see things I never knew existed.

You know what I’m talking about, the difference between looking at something–a mere glance–and understanding the importance of, the impact of, what is before us.

And then it dawned on me: this is the problem. We are not paying attention and we are not looking hard enough. We are not seeing what is in front of us, we don’t understand the universal truth that we are more alike than we are different, that we all want the same thing.

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sprouting pretty
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Nestled among the Vinca.
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I think these are gorgeous.
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These are, too.
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Absolutely lovely when paired with these mini-daisies.
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A surprise: I planted this last year in a raised bed. Any guesses?

I haven’t shown you our creek until now. I’ve been keeping it a secret.

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This is so pretty it hurts my eyes.

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In these fields, we see wild Iris each year.
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A splash of sunshine.

When we have the courage to do more than look, when we are ready to see, we may discover we share common ground, and we just might see something sprouting, something awfully pretty.