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Hydrangea

A Bit of Purple, A Bit of Blue

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Ambien Buy Online I always think of hydrangea as a family flower. My grandmother and great-grandmother both grew hydrangea in their backyards, and the hydrangea kept company with bleeding heart, columbine, and roses. Not tea roses, but the old-fashioned vine roses, or climbing roses, that would cover the trellises with masses of blooms by summer’s end.

Shasta Daisies

Glistening from a Morning Rain

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Four years ago, we decided to dig up a corner area of our lawn and plant a sunny perennial garden.

Tramadol Online Purchase We had no idea of the work involved–digging out the grass, making the heavy clay a bit more friendly towards growing plants by adding lots of black dirt and compost, designing the plants keeping in mind color, height, soil and watering requirements, and blooming times. And that was just the beginning. Then came the search for the selected plants, planting, watering weeding, mulching. Gardens are lovely and I love that I have a patch of bright color in view of the house, but they require a fair amount of dedication. And lots of hard work. Worth it, though. Well worth it.

https://www.grupoursa.com/prom/ We’ve added new plants each year. Each year a few don’t survive the perils of a prolonged winter, but more frequently they are nibbled to death in early spring by hungry and very determined rabbits. We’ve learned to spray a nasty smelling organic type of rabbit-keep-away on anything green whenever it rains, and that keeps the damage to a minimum, and I admit I’m happy whenever I see red foxes prowling the neighborhood.

This year we had a late spring, but we’ve had more than enough rain to keep the plants happy.

https://geneticsandfertility.com/patients/ Many of the flowers are thick with blooms for most of July–Shasta daisies, purple coneflowers, balloon flowers, yellow coreopsis, lavendar, gigantic sunflowers–and they all merge together in masses of purples, whites, and yellows.

https://www.parolacce.org/1233521495418_f/ I took lots of photographs earlier this week, after the rains had nearly stopped for the day, so I’ll be sharing garden flowers for the next few days.

Barely Focused

Self-Portrait in Metaphor

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https://thesentinelgroup.com/roundup-settlement/ Barely aware, do you find in your photograph downloads that there are a few photos that seem to be the sum of who you are at that moment? Not really self-portraits, no people in those photos, but self-portraits nonetheless.

Maybe I’m mixing my poetry writing years with my photography years. 

So, can photographs be metaphors? My answer is yes.

Sailboats, Evening Rest

Lake Mendota

Lake Mendota

Bobbing sailboats, moored for the night, in a natural harbor on Madison’s Lake Mendota. The last vestiges of the sun before it disappears beyond the horizon gives the water a shimmery appeal. Summer evenings can be a bit of heaven when there’s an easy breeze off the lake and time enough to relax and appreciate the end of a good day.

Doors of Change

Passing through the Doors of Change

Passing through the Doors of Change

I’ve run into a few unexpected happenings, and so earlier today I decided to streamline my daily routine, and my online adventures, by taking a break from Seeded Earth. I posted that decision a few hours ago. But then a rather unusual thing happened—one of those kinds of things you’d like to have a logical explanation for, but none exists—and so I re-prioritized my life for the moment and decided perhaps I really do need to keep taking photographs and keep posting.

I do want to take this opportunity to thank all of you who visit, and give many, many thanks to those of you who take the extra time to leave a comment. You’ll never know how much I appreciate those words of encouragement.

Now I’m going to go outside, sit in the sun for a while, and ponder life’s mysteries.