ladybug on grass

ladybug on grass, originally uploaded by the view from in here.

A baby ladybug exploring Colonial Bentgrass panicle. Agrostis capillaris.

Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always.

~Willa Cather

foxglove flower top

foxglove flower top, originally uploaded by the view from in here.

Foxglove - Digitalis purpurea

Some of my foxgloves have the most amazing cup-like top flower--some are almost 10cm across.

What is Life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.

Crowfoot, on his deathbed, 1890

One that got away

rose, originally uploaded by the view from in here.

The deer around here like to eat my rose bush. This is one that got away. It's an old, heritage rose. I haven't been able to find it's name so far.

From Blossoms (excerpt)

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee