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:
Beautiful quote from her poem. Beautiful photo!!!
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???
Love the poem and the idea about the flowers and their origin.
pris and paris, thanks. And wnedy, uhu? Yoy seen some seeds> ? Say wtah?
I'd be glad to.
like your blog...
i have 6 grandkids dont get to see them enuff
Hi, bOz! Good to meet you. Come again!
I know where the seeds came from!
I hope they never go back! Gorgeous.
pb: you know TOO MUCH! ;-D
Tammy, I think they are here to stay! (God willing and the sky don't fall).
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.
*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!
Perhaps more accurately, the plant spilled the seeds...
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