
Did I mention there are roses blooming all over the neighborhood. I always had them pegged as a June flower.
And from John O’Donohue:
The beauty of a blessing always issues from a deeper place in time.

Did I mention there are roses blooming all over the neighborhood. I always had them pegged as a June flower.
And from John O’Donohue:
The beauty of a blessing always issues from a deeper place in time.

The early blooming lavender is popping out all over the neighborhood.
Getting back to John O’Donohue’s book we find a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson:
In silence we must wrap much of our life, because it is too fine for speech.

On my camera walk yesterday I found many roses coming into bloom. I put a texture on this one and accidentally set it to the wrong blending mode. but I liked it so much I decided to go with it.
Today I have something a little different for you. Yesterday I came across this poem from our National Poet Laureate (didn’t know we had one, don’t tell Trump).
Eagle Poem
–by Joy Harjo
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

On my camera walk this morning I found many new bloomers in the neighborhood. But the peonies just getting ready to bloom really caught my eye. I especially liked this one still covered with water droplets from the sprinklers.
Today from John O’Donohue:
Too often we squander the invitations extended to us because our looking has become repetitive and blind. The mystery and beauty is all around us but we never manage to see it.

I haven’t posted an Iris for awhile but that is what I have in abundance in my yard right now. I about did myself in cleaning out the garage this morning so I used a photo from yesterday.
Today’s quote is from John Keats on the need to create:
I feel assured I should write from the mere fondness and yearning I have for the Beautiful even if my night’s labors should be burnt every morning and no eye ever shine on them.

I went out to photograph my Irises again and discovered the Columbine had come out while I wasn’t looking. This is the day when I either say hurray, I’m halfway done or groan, I’m only halfway done.
And this from John O’Donohue who is now delving into the concept of imagination:
Just as the true artist is always haunted by the desire to bring the dreams of the imagination to expression, the failure to follow one’s calling to creativity severely damages one’s spirit.

Here are some sweet little violets I’ve been saving for a day when I really didn’t feel like doing this…. which would be today.
And from John O’Donohue:
In a sense, this is what beauty is: possibility that enlarges and delights the heart.

Bored with flowers? Here’s a nice landscape for you. I struck out again on the mushroom front but Mt. McLoughlin was looking awesome. I’m wondering if my Uncle Henry built this fence as this was his families property back in the day.
From John O’Donohue:
Nothing opens up the mind like the glimpse of new possibility.

The Rhododendrons are just starting to peek out. I have a hard time photographing Rhody’s because those long stamens are not very attractive. But I backed up a little for this one to get the contrast of pink and green and that works for me.
Today’s quote is from Stephen David Ross:
But beauty interrupts restrictions in every place and thing.

Here’s a lovely Lupine for day 46.
From John O’Donohue:
Architecture is one of the most public and permanent stages on which a culture displays its understanding of beauty.