Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Desert Lilies


Come, my beloved,
consider the lilies.
We are of little faith.
We talk too much.
Put your mouthful of words away
and come with me to watch
the lilies open ...

--Anne Sexton, "From the Garden"

But these are from stolen seeds, growing in my front yard. They mean business, but they will never tell where they came from, and they will never go back.

13 comments:

Pris said...

Beautiful quote from her poem. Beautiful photo!!!

wendylou who? said...

I can see I am feeling the same way as you these days...Your growing flowers of NOW HERE TODAY...can yoy seen me some seeds???

paris parfait said...

Love the poem and the idea about the flowers and their origin.

pepektheassassin said...

pris and paris, thanks. And wnedy, uhu? Yoy seen some seeds> ? Say wtah?

I'd be glad to.

B0Z said...

like your blog...

i have 6 grandkids dont get to see them enuff

pepektheassassin said...

Hi, bOz! Good to meet you. Come again!

Paul Bunyan said...

I know where the seeds came from!

Tammy said...

I hope they never go back! Gorgeous.

pepektheassassin said...

pb: you know TOO MUCH! ;-D

pepektheassassin said...

Tammy, I think they are here to stay! (God willing and the sky don't fall).

AnnieElf said...

Daisy in England was wondering recently about stealing seeds from a neighbor's roadside plants. I think your results show this to be a very fine tradition to follow.

pepektheassassin said...

*GASP* You think I STOLE these seeds from somebody's roadside plants?....Wull...uh, I.... Look what you did, pb! Ummm, you spilled the beans! You let the cat out of the bag!

Paul Bunyan said...

Perhaps more accurately, the plant spilled the seeds...