Saturday's #GardenWalk

 Okra flower in my Garden

 A Magnolia flower is someone's yard

 Something you don't see a lot of in Florida

 A couple of streets over

 Palm tree Dreg Locks 

Purple Okra Majesty

Flowers In My House Today

 "None can have a healthy love for flowers unless he 

loves the wild ones."  ~Forbes Watson

 "With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some
books , I live without envy."   ~Lope de Vega 

"And 't is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it 

breathes."~William Wordsworth  

 "Where flowers bloom so does hope." ~Lady Bird Johnson

Thoughts of Summertime

"The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying.  Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun.  It is so every summer.  One can almost hear their pink, fragrant murmur as they settle down upon the grass: 'Summer, summer, it will always be summer.'"~Rachel Peden  

 "I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer.  My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music.  It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips."~Violette

 "If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance."~Bern Williams

"He stood beside a cottage lone And listened to a lute, One summer's eve, when the breeze was gone, And the nightingale was mute."~Thomas K. Hervey

 "Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it." ~Russel Baker "Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne."~Barry Cornwall  

To meet it -- nameless as it is --Without celestial Mail --Audacious as without a Knock
To walk within the Veil."~Emily Dickinson, The Last of Summer is Delight

 "That beautiful season the Summer! Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood." ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 "There is no season such delight can bring,As summer, autumn, winter and the spring."~William Browne

 "A summer's sun is worth the having."~French Proverb

 "Dirty hands, iced tea, garden fragrances thick in the air and a blanket of color before me, who could ask for more?"~Bev Adams

"No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer."~James Russell Lowell

"Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night!
Night of south winds!  Night of the large, few stars! Still, nodding Night!  Mad, naked, Summer Night!"~Walt Whitman 

"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most
beautiful words in the English language."~Henry James

 "What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade."~Gertrude Jekyll

 "The summer night is like a perfection of thought."~Wallace Stevens

 "Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time." ~John Lubbock

 "So fades a summer cloud away;
So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
So gently shuts the eye of day;
So dies a wave along the shore."~Mrs. Barbauld

 "It amazes me that most people spend more time planning next summer's vacation than they do planning the rest of their lives."~Patricia Fripp

 "Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside a lake in the mountains..."~Diane Ackerman 

 "Summer makes a silence after spring." ~Vita Sackville

 "Hot July morning scent of crushed mangrove leaves thickens the air"~OldSchoolBill

"Inebriate of Air am I and Debauchee of Dew Reeling through endless summer days From inns of Molten Blue."~Emily Dickinson

My Trees

I was going to walk over to David's just to see what he was up to as I was done with the windows for the day.  Grabbed my camera as I try to do most of the time and starting walking but for some reason I walked over to one of my trees looked up, then took a picture liked it so this is what I did for the next hour or so.  

Just think of the trees: they let the birds perch and fly, with no intention to call them when they come and no longing for their return when they fly away.  If people's hearts can be like the trees, they will not be off the Way.-  Langya

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.-   Martin Luther

Trees are sanctuaries.  Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them,  can learn the truth.  They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.-   Hermann Hesse

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.-  Ralph Waldo Emerson

 If what I say resonates with you, it is merely because we are both branches on the same tree.-  W. B. Yeats

It is good to know the truth, but it is better to speak of palm trees. ~ an Arab Proverb

Rain in Summer

Hope these words of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow find you very soon!!

How beautiful is the rain!

After the dust and heat,

In the broad and fiery street,

In the narrow lane,

How beautiful is the rain!

How it clatters along the roofs,

Like the tramp of hoofs

How it gushes and struggles out

From the throat of the overflowing spout!

Across the window-pane

It pours and pours;

And swift and wide,

With a muddy tide,

Like a river down the gutter roars

The rain, the welcome rain!

The sick man from his chamber looks

At the twisted brooks;

He can feel the cool

Breath of each little pool;

His fevered brain

Grows calm again,

And he breathes a blessing on the rain.

From the neighboring school

Come the boys,

With more than their wonted noise

And commotion;

And down the wet streets

Sail their mimic fleets,

Till the treacherous pool

Ingulfs them in its whirling

And turbulent ocean.

In the country, on every side,

Where far and wide,

Like a leopard's tawny and spotted hide,

Stretches the plain,

To the dry grass and the drier grain

How welcome is the rain!

In the furrowed land

The toilsome and patient oxen stand;

Lifting the yoke encumbered head,

With their dilated nostrils spread,

They silently inhale

The clover-scented gale,

And the vapors that arise

From the well-watered and smoking soil.

For this rest in the furrow after toil

Their large and lustrous eyes

Seem to thank the Lord,

More than man's spoken word.

Near at hand,

From under the sheltering trees,

The farmer sees

His pastures, and his fields of grain,

As they bend their tops

To the numberless beating drops

Of the incessant rain.

He counts it as no sin

That he sees therein

Only his own thrift and gain.

These, and far more than these,

The Poet sees!

He can behold

Aquarius old

Walking the fenceless fields of air;

And from each ample fold

Of the clouds about him rolled

Scattering everywhere

The showery rain,

As the farmer scatters his grain.

He can behold

Things manifold

That have not yet been wholly told,--

Have not been wholly sung nor said.

For his thought, that never stops,

Follows the water-drops

Down to the graves of the dead,

Down through chasms and gulfs profound,

To the dreary fountain-head

Of lakes and rivers under ground;

And sees them, when the rain is done,

On the bridge of colors seven
Climbing up once more to heaven,

Opposite the setting sun.

Thus the Seer,

With vision clear,

Sees forms appear and disappear,

In the perpetual round of strange,

Mysterious change

From birth to death, from death to birth,

From earth to heaven, from heaven to earth;

Till glimpses more sublime

Of things, unseen before,

Unto his wondering eyes reveal

The Universe, as an immeasurable wheel

Turning forevermore

In the rapid and rushing river of Time.