for what we give

IMG_9641 the Alnwick rose

IMG_9642 the Pat Austin rose

IMG_9640a the Heritage rose

As far as photography, I’ve been feeling a little stale lately, like I don’t really have anything new to offer. You know a few vintage finds here and there, some clearance score or favorite meal of the week. But maybe I’ve been thinking about it the wrong way. Maybe the trick is finding new ways through familiar things.
And most of my weekends feel decidedly less than glamorous (think: catching up on the laundry, watering the plants, hitting the grocery, and other sundry and not very exciting errands… like spacing around the garden.) I am growing 40 variety of roses right now, mostly the English and the antique roses. And the best thing that happened to me this week, despite the heat wave, they blooms.

Two kinds of gratitude: The sudden kind we feel for what we take; the larger kind we feel for what we give. ~ Edward Arlington Robinson


I am content

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…
~ Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.

Well I don’t grow strawberries, I plant hydrangeas. I love the apple green foliage, the blue blooms and the bushy shrubs. I dug a bed for them, I moved nearly every. single. piece. of rock and stone friends…
I am content with my ‘blue bed’.




the opening of tea rose


Even the unexpected fits the plan
All works of days a network meshed so fine
that even accidents assume their fitted place
the unknown, gambits predesigned.
the uninvited, already registered
What I have done today
was launched at birth
not mine alone but everyone’s
back to the single strand.
One more, one less, unthinkable
fulcrum for toppling the universe.
Nothing means that wasn’t meant
Nothing meant that doesn’t mean.
My touch upon your hand this morning
confirmed ten billions souls in balance
explained five million years of standing up
justified a million galaxies
and the opening this afternoon
of that tiny tea rose near the window.

~ ‘Cosmos’ by unknown

Weekly photo challenge Earth


five things that have made her week

1. this thrifted sterling brooch
{sporting an umbrella brooch on rainy days; she is dressing for the occasion ;)}

2. these sprouts
{of fuchsia, that survived the frost season}

3. these vintage cameras
{$5.00 each from the church thrift store. It’s just one of those things that are pretty to look at but doesn’t have much use.}

4. this sandwich
{she has been noshing a chicken salad w/havarti on rye bread when she got home from work, three days in a row}

5. these blooms
{the first spring harvest from her own rose garden}