Tag Archives: Flowers

My memory of the exact circumstances of this photo is a bit rusty (pun intended).

A rosy respite from a busy avenue.

“We bring you the red and the white and the blue / To welcome Memorial-day”

Grape hyacinths and the deep blue sky.

“We find the best charm of the beautiful spring-time, / And welcome the touch of the sweet-scented breeze.”

On the “dainty weee blue flowers” that serve as “gentle messengers of spring”

“Why is it, said a friend to me one day, that the factory girls write so much about the beauties of nature?”

Justin uses Justina to prove that life imitates art about life.

Creating a home for several brave volunteer plants.

“Forget not to blossom always when the springtime comes.”

“‘Nor myrrh, nor frankincense, nor gold,’ said the angel, ‘is offering more meet for the Christ Child than these pure Christmas Roses.'”

“‘Tis very odd that poets should suppose / There is no poetry about a nose”