[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 


Be alive

It is a serious thing // Just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.

–Mary Oliver

From “Invitation” (Red Bird:  Poems by Mary Oliver Beacon Press, 2008)


Ever had a weed demand your attention?




Another rain-soaked iris from Morgan’s garden.


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.

Peony 3

Ah, how fleeting! The white peonies are dead.  And yet, to my eye, their brittle, wizened skirts seem to flutter in the light; they sway with elegance and grace.