Showing her age but still smiling, a full-bodied example of roadside advertising survives from an era when rounded usually meant but one thing.
I was the first woman to burn my bra – it took the fire department four days to put it out. — Dolly Parton
Surrounded as we are by forest, wildlife, birds, and flowers, it’s our good fortune to witness many fleeting moments throughout the year, every year, each offering the spice of difference that makes it new again.
Catching the right fleeting moment, with the right focus, is a very difficult thing to do. —Ren Ng
Weekly Photo Challenge: Depth
The temple bell stops but I still hear the
sound coming out of the flowers. —Basho
I’ll be on a plane to England in eighteen days, and by then the iris in the garden won’t be in bloom, although one is well ahead of the others. Spring is run- ning late this year. I’ll be sorry to miss their brief appearances—these performances shouldn’t be taken for granted.
The photo I’ve posted shows a particularly fine specimen from last year, on May 18, and though it elicits a memory there is no anticipation of fresh flowers bobbing in an afternoon breeze.
If you’re blessed by iris in your garden…won’t you take a look for me this year?
Our weather was sharp and sunny today when I walked to a nearby stretch of roadside kept in the manner of French countryside, one I wrote about last week. As I’d hoped, new blooms swelled the bright crowd below the fence, others will join them in the coming days, and if the weather forecast is to be believed rain will soon return to ruin the daffodils’ fresh edge.
Pluck not the wayside flower;
It is the traveler’s dower.