[Blossoms from Morgan’s Rhododendron Bush]
“You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It’s not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can’t even remember your name.”
― Leonora Carrington The Hearing Trumpet
It is a serious thing // Just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.
From “Invitation” (Red Bird: Poems by Mary Oliver Beacon Press, 2008)
Ever had a weed demand your attention?
A rain-drenched iris from one of my very favorite gardens. Many thanks to Morgan for so generously inviting me in. More photos from her glorious garden in the coming days.