children picked for their mother
I do not know what it is with dandelions, but my children just love them. They pick up the blooms one by one and when their hands are full, they run screaming and proudly offer to me their bounty. 🙂 When that happens, I am always reminded of this poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Love in the Open Hand
Not in a silver casket cool with pearls Or rich with red corundum or with blue, Locked, and the key withheld, as other girls Have given their loves, I give my love to you; Not in a lovers’-knot, not in a ring Worked in such fashion, and the legend plain— Semper fidelis, where a secret spring Kennels a drop of mischief for the brain: Love in the open hand, no thing but that, Ungemmed, unhidden, wishing not to hurt, As one should bring you cowslips in a hat Swung from the hand, or apples in her skirt, I bring you, calling out as children do: “Look what I have!—And these are all for you.”
When I took these photos, the Foxgloves (also known as Digitalis) just bloomed. The first photo was extra fresh because it was taken just after a rain. The second one was taken in the afternoon when the sun was going down.
Just a bit of info – Foxgloves are biennial plants. The first year, they spend growing, the second year, they spend flowering. They flower only once in a season. They keep seeding themselves and after a season, you might find your garden full of Foxglove seedlings. They thrive in the shade and I understand that they are also poisonous.
It had ben raining for days. On Saturday, the day when I took this photo, there was a huge downpour which dampened that Black FLy Festival that was scheduled in Milo that day. As an aside, I don’t know why they celebrate black flies. Those spring bugs are nasty. They descend on their victim like the cloud and they suck out their victim’s blood more efficiently than a mosquito does. Then they leave a pool of blood and terrible itch in their wake. Anyway, it was drizzling and the booths by the riverbank was empty except for one where some women where gathered, perhaps to salvage the remains of the day. Then there were these two souls by the water – the older man farther away from the rest, perhaps savoring some silence.
In commemoration of International Women’s Day, AILSA prompts us to post pictures that honor women or remind us of special women in our lives. I wanted to post rose pictures knowing that most, if not all women, love roses. Then, I realized that where I came from, there were more orchids than roses. There was a time in my little home village that most women got hooked into growing orchids.
The orchids were everywhere – on pots filled with charcoal, in coconut husks, on driftwoods, on tree trunks.
We would compare about our plants and brag about new acquisitions.
We got the orchids from itinerant sellers peddling orchids on the streets of our little barrio. We swapped plants. Some even took to stealing some pretty varieties. 🙂
We made our little corner of the world prettier and more colorful with orchids which in our place were quite easy to grow. A driftwood, or charcoals, coconut husks, and plenty of sun were all we needed to make them grow and flower. And orchids yielded the most colorful flowers. They came in all colors and shades.
With this post, I remember that life long ago and the women in my neighborhood, cousins and friends, and of course, my own sister and mother.
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Good morning to you all. Ailsa’s prompt this week is MYSTICAL. I immediately thought of the moon – it has inspired the horrible and the sublime; fiction and fantasy; arts, poems and music. It has inspired cults and worship.
Who would not be enchanted by this beautiful pieces composed by the most talented of musicians:
– or by this
But even the Moon, enchanting as it is, has to give way to this reality – hidden from the senses and yet utterly true. In the Tabernacle where the Consecrated Host is kept dwells the Real Presence of Jesus, God Himself. One knows He is there when the Sanctuary Lamp – normally a red lamp anywhere in the altar, is lit. For us Catholics, visiting Churches is a wonderful thing. But that visit becomes even more special, and truly mystical, when we see the light (as in this picture) lit for it means that one is truly before and with Him who made heaven and earth.
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