As the week went on, the flowers went from deep pink, to light pink, to white. Wen the wind picked up and pulled all the petals off, the little stars which were left were equally beautiful.
House sitting for a friend this summer gives me a new garden to photograph! These were taken one day after a big storm.
Mom got this flower as a Christmas gift and it bloomed…while she was on vacation. And was wilted by the time she got back.
In this meadow starred with spring
Shepherds kneel before their king.
Mary throned, with dreaming eyes,
Gowned in blue like rain-washed skies,
Lifts her tiny son that he
May behold their courtesy.
And green-smocked children, awed and good,
Bring him blossoms from the wood.
Clear the sunlit steeples chime
Loud the happy children quire
To the golden-windowed morn;
While the lord of their desire
Sleeps below the crimson thorn.