If not...come on over and have a look at my photos on Country Garden Dreaming from last year's Hampton Court Palace Flower Show. Scroll to the bottom of the post and click on the pink 'here'. I think you will enjoy the features on that post :)
Oh, Jeanne. It's a joke alright! But I wish it was an April Fool's joke. Not sure how long it will keep this up today but, so far, the force is still with us; electrical, that is.
I made that virtual leap to Hampton Court, via country-garden-dreaming, and spent the last several minutes enjoying all that flower power and those luscious images that are your trademark. My favorite had to be the couple stretched out on the lawn in their bare feet. Oh, to see green grass again!--Joe
I am hoping this is an April Fools joke Joe!
ReplyDeleteIf not...come on over and have a look at my photos on Country Garden Dreaming from last year's Hampton Court Palace Flower Show. Scroll to the bottom of the post and click on the pink 'here'. I think you will enjoy the features on that post :)
http://collageoflife-henrqs.blogspot.com/2011/04/country-garden-dreaming.html
Best wishes
Jeanne
Oh, Jeanne. It's a joke alright! But I wish it was an April Fool's joke. Not sure how long it will keep this up today but, so far, the force is still with us; electrical, that is.
ReplyDeleteI made that virtual leap to Hampton Court, via country-garden-dreaming, and spent the last several minutes enjoying all that flower power and those luscious images that are your trademark. My favorite had to be the couple stretched out on the lawn in their bare feet. Oh, to see green grass again!--Joe
This was the poem on Garrison Keillor's page this morning. It fits Joe's photo all too well. Sigh... It's no joke!
ReplyDeleteLong Winter
by Tim Nolan
So much I've forgotten
the grass
the birds
the close insects
the shoot—the drip—
the spray of the sprinkler
freckles—strawberries—
the heat of the Sun
the impossible
humidity
the flush of your face
so much
the high noon
the high grass
the patio ice cubes
the barbeque
the buzz of them—
the insects
the weeds—the dear
weeds—that grow
like alien life forms—
all Dr. Suessy and odd—
here we go again¬—
we are turning around
again—this will all
happen over again—
and again—it will—
"Long Winter" by Timothy J. Nolan.