Unfolding

“How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
 Because the lovely little flower is free
 Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.”

 

~ William Wordsworth 

 

  

  

 

 

 

Coneflower: Wild Swan

 

Beeing Busy

THE BEE.
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush

I hear the level bee:

A jar across the flowers goes,

Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault

Their chivalry consumes,

While he, victorious, tilts away

To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,

His helmet is of gold;

His breast, a single onyx

With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,

His idleness a tune;

Oh, for a bee's experience

Of clovers and of noon!

~ Emily Dickinson : The Bee (1830)

A Saintly Watch

Out and about around the garden....

The First Sergeant came home with this lovely St. Francis of Assisi statue a few days ago. It's a stone/resin likeness of the beloved patron saint of animals and the environment.

There are several new flowers in bloom, Coneflower/White Swan

Daylily/Entrapment Daylily

Daylily Irish Elf

Petunias

Maine Birdhouse