The fattest and most scrumptious of all flowers, a rare fusion of fluff and majesty, the peony is now coming into bloom. – Henry Mitchell, American Garden writer “Earthman”, 1924-1963
These may not be my best photos of flowers, but it one of my favourite flowers and they are in bloom right now! And what better way to appreciate them than to pass the time admiring them, both through a lens and with the naked eye. They’ve always reminded me of ball gowns, and what girly-girl doesn’t love an over-the-top sparkly, ruffled confection?
It’s only possible to live happily ever after on a day-to-day basis. – Margaret Wander Bonnano
People who love to eat are always the best people. – Julia Child
Cookies are made with butter and love.
Only the pure in heart can make a good soup. – Ludwig Beethoven
If God had intended us to follow recipes, He wouldn’t have given us grandmothers. – Linda Hemley
A party without cake is just a meeting!
Strawberries are what make life taste wonderful. ―
Because everything is better with bacon, right?
It’s Spring. Birds are trilling in the trees, woodpeckers are knocking themselves silly, and the frogs by the pond are thrumming in a monastic chorus!
Sometimes you don’t have to go much further than your own backyard.
And One Little Froggy
Birds do it. Bees do it. Even educated fleas do it. Let’s do it. Let’s fall in love. Cole Porter
Nature invites us to experience it with all of our senses, including our sense of touch. Silky and smooth, hard and rough, hot or cold, fluffy, furry or fuzzy. Well, maybe not everything should be touched – poison ivy and bumblebees, for example. Even isolated at home, there are wonders in nature to be savoured, if you take the time to look for them.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – Hal Borland
Moss is popular for her unusual beauty, but what distinguishes her is that she is accessible and down to earth. – Rita Clifton
Green moss shines there with ice encased; The long grass bends its spear-like form; And lovely is the silvery scene When faint the sun-beams smile. –Robert Southey
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, stand like druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow