Have you noticed how often a name describes a thing or a person. I wanted to name my daughter a certain name but her father didn't like it. We finally agreed on a different name which describes her perfectly. The other name would never fit her.
I have, Emma. Norma and I discussed names for our children that were informed by people we knew and admired. Looking back, I see we chose names that sounded good when uttered quietly, like "Lloyd" --who didn't get that name because she turned out to be a girl.
Your little bench looks so inviting with Spring plants. We have cold snow, howling winds and everything is bare to the bone here in the dead of winter. Seeing green is like a blood transfusion. I need to get a seed catalogue soon.JB
Julia, I must admit this little show of color came from the warm windows of our potting shed, but its encouragement is sincere and transfusion-potential, genuine. Spring is making subtle and happy inroads.
The flame of the sun will reach through the glasshouse, the cold eart and wake up all little spring bulbs. Such a beautiful poem - and picture!
Dear Brigitta, thank you!
Such a beautiful inspiration and lovely verse.Vitality is the name that comes to mind.
Vitality, yes, in its infinite variety --a good name.
What's in a name?Oh, you got me going poetic there.
A rose by any other name.Poetic is good, Lux!
I am such a flower lover so I so enjoyed this post (very much!)Thanks Geo Happy New Year
Kind Margie, best New Year wishes to you too!
Oh, to see such flowers in our desert land. Will have to visit a nursery.
After years of drought here, I understand perfectly. For riotous scent and color, nothing beats a nursery.
Beautiful plants in a lovely setting and very appropriate words.
Thank you, Mimsie!