Hosta and tulips

Yet, Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you our potter; we are all the work of your hand.

See what love the Father has given us, that we should be called children of God.

Isaiah 64:7 , 1John 3:1

Hidden under the tutsan shrub was a blue pot holding the new leaves of Hosta. In contrast, lying in the same pot on the mulch were these skeleton leaves. To see their fineness, I brought them inside to photograph. Their intricate structure in the sunshine didn’t disappoint.

Hosta is a shade loving plant named in honour of the Austrian botanist Nicholas Thomas Host. It grows from rhizomes with ovate leaves. They grow into round clumps rather than spread and grow better if they are divided every 4-5 years. Their leaves die back in winter.

A garden pot!

Above and below these two in a garden pot
The parent of the child
The straw that gave birth to the green
A compliment ?!

To be left behind … or to leave behind. I wonder which hurts more.

Netsuke Takaya

It was a strange day of finding things as the road this post is travelling shows.

The Italian straw shrubs needed trimming, and I took some stalks together to hang and dry. The hook had a sepia bunch of roses, which I took down carefully and wanted to photograph. I then went back into the garden where a heavy double tulip had broken.  I put it in water and not thinking put it next to the roses to be photographed. Then this is what I saw. A story? A poem?

A tulip and age
How do you see these together?
Do they hold your eyes?
Are they a foil
A disparity
Or
A fact
Sepia and the sun
The sun bowing to the straw?
Strange these finds
Roses drying for all these years
The broken tulip in the cupboard planter
The roses will crumble and the tulip change 
Then 
GONE.

Take care,

Sandy🙂

In the act of deciding what to eliminate, you place value on what is left behind.

Coco Chanel

Sometimes, the hardest part isn’t letting go but rather  having to start over.

They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.

Nicole Sobon..???